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The
first
thing
I
did
,
on
my
own
account
,
when
I
came
back
,
was
to
take
a
night
-
walk
to
Norwood
,
and
,
like
the
subject
of
a
venerable
riddle
of
my
childhood
,
to
go
‘
round
and
round
the
house
,
without
ever
touching
the
house
’
,
thinking
about
Dora
.
I
believe
the
theme
of
this
incomprehensible
conundrum
was
the
moon
.
No
matter
what
it
was
,
I
,
the
moon
-
struck
slave
of
Dora
,
perambulated
round
and
round
the
house
and
garden
for
two
hours
,
looking
through
crevices
in
the
palings
,
getting
my
chin
by
dint
of
violent
exertion
above
the
rusty
nails
on
the
top
,
blowing
kisses
at
the
lights
in
the
windows
,
and
romantically
calling
on
the
night
,
at
intervals
,
to
shield
my
Dora
—
I
don
’
t
exactly
know
what
from
,
I
suppose
from
fire
.
Perhaps
from
mice
,
to
which
she
had
a
great
objection
.
My
love
was
so
much
in
my
mind
and
it
was
so
natural
to
me
to
confide
in
Peggotty
,
when
I
found
her
again
by
my
side
of
an
evening
with
the
old
set
of
industrial
implements
,
busily
making
the
tour
of
my
wardrobe
,
that
I
imparted
to
her
,
in
a
sufficiently
roundabout
way
,
my
great
secret
.
Peggotty
was
strongly
interested
,
but
I
could
not
get
her
into
my
view
of
the
case
at
all
.
She
was
audaciously
prejudiced
in
my
favour
,
and
quite
unable
to
understand
why
I
should
have
any
misgivings
,
or
be
low
-
spirited
about
it
.
‘
The
young
lady
might
think
herself
well
off
,
’
she
observed
,
‘
to
have
such
a
beau
.
And
as
to
her
Pa
,
’
she
said
,
‘
what
did
the
gentleman
expect
,
for
gracious
sake
!
’
I
observed
,
however
,
that
Mr
.
Spenlow
’
s
proctorial
gown
and
stiff
cravat
took
Peggotty
down
a
little
,
and
inspired
her
with
a
greater
reverence
for
the
man
who
was
gradually
becoming
more
and
more
etherealized
in
my
eyes
every
day
,
and
about
whom
a
reflected
radiance
seemed
to
me
to
beam
when
he
sat
erect
in
Court
among
his
papers
,
like
a
little
lighthouse
in
a
sea
of
stationery
.
And
by
the
by
,
it
used
to
be
uncommonly
strange
to
me
to
consider
,
I
remember
,
as
I
sat
in
Court
too
,
how
those
dim
old
judges
and
doctors
wouldn
’
t
have
cared
for
Dora
,
if
they
had
known
her
;
how
they
wouldn
’
t
have
gone
out
of
their
senses
with
rapture
,
if
marriage
with
Dora
had
been
proposed
to
them
;
how
Dora
might
have
sung
,
and
played
upon
that
glorified
guitar
,
until
she
led
me
to
the
verge
of
madness
,
yet
not
have
tempted
one
of
those
slow
-
goers
an
inch
out
of
his
road
!
I
despised
them
,
to
a
man
.
Frozen
-
out
old
gardeners
in
the
flower
-
beds
of
the
heart
,
I
took
a
personal
offence
against
them
all
.
The
Bench
was
nothing
to
me
but
an
insensible
blunderer
.
The
Bar
had
no
more
tenderness
or
poetry
in
it
,
than
the
bar
of
a
public
-
house
.
Taking
the
management
of
Peggotty
’
s
affairs
into
my
own
hands
,
with
no
little
pride
,
I
proved
the
will
,
and
came
to
a
settlement
with
the
Legacy
Duty
-
office
,
and
took
her
to
the
Bank
,
and
soon
got
everything
into
an
orderly
train
.
We
varied
the
legal
character
of
these
proceedings
by
going
to
see
some
perspiring
Wax
-
work
,
in
Fleet
Street
(
melted
,
I
should
hope
,
these
twenty
years
)
;
and
by
visiting
Miss
Linwood
’
s
Exhibition
,
which
I
remember
as
a
Mausoleum
of
needlework
,
favourable
to
self
-
examination
and
repentance
;
and
by
inspecting
the
Tower
of
London
;
and
going
to
the
top
of
St
.
Paul
’
s
.
All
these
wonders
afforded
Peggotty
as
much
pleasure
as
she
was
able
to
enjoy
,
under
existing
circumstances
:
except
,
I
think
,
St
.
Paul
’
s
,
which
,
from
her
long
attachment
to
her
work
-
box
,
became
a
rival
of
the
picture
on
the
lid
,
and
was
,
in
some
particulars
,
vanquished
,
she
considered
,
by
that
work
of
art
.
Peggotty
’
s
business
,
which
was
what
we
used
to
call
‘
common
-
form
business
’
in
the
Commons
(
and
very
light
and
lucrative
the
common
-
form
business
was
)
,
being
settled
,
I
took
her
down
to
the
office
one
morning
to
pay
her
bill
.
Mr
.
Spenlow
had
stepped
out
,
old
Tiffey
said
,
to
get
a
gentleman
sworn
for
a
marriage
licence
;
but
as
I
knew
he
would
be
back
directly
,
our
place
lying
close
to
the
Surrogate
’
s
,
and
to
the
Vicar
-
General
’
s
office
too
,
I
told
Peggotty
to
wait
.
We
were
a
little
like
undertakers
,
in
the
Commons
,
as
regarded
Probate
transactions
;
generally
making
it
a
rule
to
look
more
or
less
cut
up
,
when
we
had
to
deal
with
clients
in
mourning
.
In
a
similar
feeling
of
delicacy
,
we
were
always
blithe
and
light
-
hearted
with
the
licence
clients
.
Therefore
I
hinted
to
Peggotty
that
she
would
find
Mr
.
Spenlow
much
recovered
from
the
shock
of
Mr
.
Barkis
’
s
decease
;
and
indeed
he
came
in
like
a
bridegroom
.
