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‘
Maybe
she
’
s
not
;
maybe
she
is
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
I
think
not
,
ma
’
am
;
but
I
’
m
no
judge
of
them
things
.
Teach
her
better
!
’
‘
Since
you
oblige
me
to
speak
more
plainly
,
which
I
am
very
unwilling
to
do
,
her
humble
connexions
would
render
such
a
thing
impossible
,
if
nothing
else
did
.
’
‘
Hark
to
this
,
ma
’
am
,
’
he
returned
,
slowly
and
quietly
.
‘
You
know
what
it
is
to
love
your
child
.
So
do
I
.
If
she
was
a
hundred
times
my
child
,
I
couldn
’
t
love
her
more
.
You
doen
’
t
know
what
it
is
to
lose
your
child
.
I
do
.
All
the
heaps
of
riches
in
the
wureld
would
be
nowt
to
me
(
if
they
was
mine
)
to
buy
her
back
!
But
,
save
her
from
this
disgrace
,
and
she
shall
never
be
disgraced
by
us
.
Not
one
of
us
that
she
’
s
growed
up
among
,
not
one
of
us
that
’
s
lived
along
with
her
and
had
her
for
their
all
in
all
,
these
many
year
,
will
ever
look
upon
her
pritty
face
again
.
We
’
ll
be
content
to
let
her
be
;
we
’
ll
be
content
to
think
of
her
,
far
off
,
as
if
she
was
underneath
another
sun
and
sky
;
we
’
ll
be
content
to
trust
her
to
her
husband
,
—
to
her
little
children
,
p
’
raps
,
—
and
bide
the
time
when
all
of
us
shall
be
alike
in
quality
afore
our
God
!
’
The
rugged
eloquence
with
which
he
spoke
,
was
not
devoid
of
all
effect
.
She
still
preserved
her
proud
manner
,
but
there
was
a
touch
of
softness
in
her
voice
,
as
she
answered
:
‘
I
justify
nothing
.
I
make
no
counter
-
accusations
.
But
I
am
sorry
to
repeat
,
it
is
impossible
.
Such
a
marriage
would
irretrievably
blight
my
son
’
s
career
,
and
ruin
his
prospects
.
Nothing
is
more
certain
than
that
it
never
can
take
place
,
and
never
will
.
If
there
is
any
other
compensation
—
—
’
‘
I
am
looking
at
the
likeness
of
the
face
,
’
interrupted
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
with
a
steady
but
a
kindling
eye
,
‘
that
has
looked
at
me
,
in
my
home
,
at
my
fireside
,
in
my
boat
—
wheer
not
?
—
smiling
and
friendly
,
when
it
was
so
treacherous
,
that
I
go
half
wild
when
I
think
of
it
.
If
the
likeness
of
that
face
don
’
t
turn
to
burning
fire
,
at
the
thought
of
offering
money
to
me
for
my
child
’
s
blight
and
ruin
,
it
’
s
as
bad
.
I
doen
’
t
know
,
being
a
lady
’
s
,
but
what
it
’
s
worse
.
’
She
changed
now
,
in
a
moment
.
An
angry
flush
overspread
her
features
;
and
she
said
,
in
an
intolerant
manner
,
grasping
the
arm
-
chair
tightly
with
her
hands
:
‘
What
compensation
can
you
make
to
ME
for
opening
such
a
pit
between
me
and
my
son
?
What
is
your
love
to
mine
?
What
is
your
separation
to
ours
?
’
