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I
read
as
follows
:
‘
Oh
what
will
you
feel
when
you
see
this
writing
,
and
know
it
comes
from
my
wicked
hand
!
But
try
,
try
—
not
for
my
sake
,
but
for
uncle
’
s
goodness
,
try
to
let
your
heart
soften
to
me
,
only
for
a
little
little
time
!
Try
,
pray
do
,
to
relent
towards
a
miserable
girl
,
and
write
down
on
a
bit
of
paper
whether
he
is
well
,
and
what
he
said
about
me
before
you
left
off
ever
naming
me
among
yourselves
—
and
whether
,
of
a
night
,
when
it
is
my
old
time
of
coming
home
,
you
ever
see
him
look
as
if
he
thought
of
one
he
used
to
love
so
dear
.
Oh
,
my
heart
is
breaking
when
I
think
about
it
!
I
am
kneeling
down
to
you
,
begging
and
praying
you
not
to
be
as
hard
with
me
as
I
deserve
—
as
I
well
,
well
,
know
I
deserve
—
but
to
be
so
gentle
and
so
good
,
as
to
write
down
something
of
him
,
and
to
send
it
to
me
.
You
need
not
call
me
Little
,
you
need
not
call
me
by
the
name
I
have
disgraced
;
but
oh
,
listen
to
my
agony
,
and
have
mercy
on
me
so
far
as
to
write
me
some
word
of
uncle
,
never
,
never
to
be
seen
in
this
world
by
my
eyes
again
!
‘
Dear
,
if
your
heart
is
hard
towards
me
—
justly
hard
,
I
know
—
but
,
listen
,
if
it
is
hard
,
dear
,
ask
him
I
have
wronged
the
most
-
him
whose
wife
I
was
to
have
been
—
before
you
quite
decide
against
my
poor
poor
prayer
!
If
he
should
be
so
compassionate
as
to
say
that
you
might
write
something
for
me
to
read
—
I
think
he
would
,
oh
,
I
think
he
would
,
if
you
would
only
ask
him
,
for
he
always
was
so
brave
and
so
forgiving
—
tell
him
then
(
but
not
else
)
,
that
when
I
hear
the
wind
blowing
at
night
,
I
feel
as
if
it
was
passing
angrily
from
seeing
him
and
uncle
,
and
was
going
up
to
God
against
me
.
Tell
him
that
if
I
was
to
die
tomorrow
(
and
oh
,
if
I
was
fit
,
I
would
be
so
glad
to
die
!
)
I
would
bless
him
and
uncle
with
my
last
words
,
and
pray
for
his
happy
home
with
my
last
breath
!
’
Some
money
was
enclosed
in
this
letter
also
.
Five
pounds
.
It
was
untouched
like
the
previous
sum
,
and
he
refolded
it
in
the
same
way
.
Detailed
instructions
were
added
relative
to
the
address
of
a
reply
,
which
,
although
they
betrayed
the
intervention
of
several
hands
,
and
made
it
difficult
to
arrive
at
any
very
probable
conclusion
in
reference
to
her
place
of
concealment
,
made
it
at
least
not
unlikely
that
she
had
written
from
that
spot
where
she
was
stated
to
have
been
seen
.
‘
What
answer
was
sent
?
’
I
inquired
of
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
Missis
Gummidge
,
’
he
returned
,
‘
not
being
a
good
scholar
,
sir
,
Ham
kindly
drawed
it
out
,
and
she
made
a
copy
on
it
.
They
told
her
I
was
gone
to
seek
her
,
and
what
my
parting
words
was
.
’
‘
Is
that
another
letter
in
your
hand
?
’
said
I
.
‘
It
’
s
money
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
unfolding
it
a
little
way
.
‘
Ten
pound
,
you
see
.
And
wrote
inside
,
“
From
a
true
friend
,
”
like
the
fust
.
But
the
fust
was
put
underneath
the
door
,
and
this
come
by
the
post
,
day
afore
yesterday
.
I
’
m
a
-
going
to
seek
her
at
the
post
-
mark
.
’
