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But
what
need
I
know
or
care
about
this
fellow
,
and
his
common
niece
?
’
‘
Miss
Dartle
,
’
I
returned
,
‘
you
deepen
the
injury
.
It
is
sufficient
already
.
I
will
only
say
,
at
parting
,
that
you
do
him
a
great
wrong
.
’
‘
I
do
him
no
wrong
,
’
she
returned
.
‘
They
are
a
depraved
,
worthless
set
.
I
would
have
her
whipped
!
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
passed
on
,
without
a
word
,
and
went
out
at
the
door
.
‘
Oh
,
shame
,
Miss
Dartle
!
shame
!
’
I
said
indignantly
.
‘
How
can
you
bear
to
trample
on
his
undeserved
affliction
!
’
‘
I
would
trample
on
them
all
,
’
she
answered
.
‘
I
would
have
his
house
pulled
down
.
I
would
have
her
branded
on
the
face
,
dressed
in
rags
,
and
cast
out
in
the
streets
to
starve
.
If
I
had
the
power
to
sit
in
judgement
on
her
,
I
would
see
it
done
.
See
it
done
?
I
would
do
it
!
I
detest
her
.
If
I
ever
could
reproach
her
with
her
infamous
condition
,
I
would
go
anywhere
to
do
so
.
If
I
could
hunt
her
to
her
grave
,
I
would
.
If
there
was
any
word
of
comfort
that
would
be
a
solace
to
her
in
her
dying
hour
,
and
only
I
possessed
it
,
I
wouldn
’
t
part
with
it
for
Life
itself
.
’
The
mere
vehemence
of
her
words
can
convey
,
I
am
sensible
,
but
a
weak
impression
of
the
passion
by
which
she
was
possessed
,
and
which
made
itself
articulate
in
her
whole
figure
,
though
her
voice
,
instead
of
being
raised
,
was
lower
than
usual
.
No
description
I
could
give
of
her
would
do
justice
to
my
recollection
of
her
,
or
to
her
entire
deliverance
of
herself
to
her
anger
.
I
have
seen
passion
in
many
forms
,
but
I
have
never
seen
it
in
such
a
form
as
that
.
When
I
joined
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
he
was
walking
slowly
and
thoughtfully
down
the
hill
.
He
told
me
,
as
soon
as
I
came
up
with
him
,
that
having
now
discharged
his
mind
of
what
he
had
purposed
doing
in
London
,
he
meant
‘
to
set
out
on
his
travels
’
,
that
night
.
I
asked
him
where
he
meant
to
go
?
He
only
answered
,
‘
I
’
m
a
going
,
sir
,
to
seek
my
niece
.
’
We
went
back
to
the
little
lodging
over
the
chandler
’
s
shop
,
and
there
I
found
an
opportunity
of
repeating
to
Peggotty
what
he
had
said
to
me
.
She
informed
me
,
in
return
,
that
he
had
said
the
same
to
her
that
morning
.
She
knew
no
more
than
I
did
,
where
he
was
going
,
but
she
thought
he
had
some
project
shaped
out
in
his
mind
.
