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‘
Is
that
you
,
Peggotty
?
’
There
was
no
immediate
answer
,
but
presently
I
heard
my
name
again
,
in
a
tone
so
very
mysterious
and
awful
,
that
I
think
I
should
have
gone
into
a
fit
,
if
it
had
not
occurred
to
me
that
it
must
have
come
through
the
keyhole
.
I
groped
my
way
to
the
door
,
and
putting
my
own
lips
to
the
keyhole
,
whispered
:
‘
Is
that
you
,
Peggotty
dear
?
’
‘
Yes
,
my
own
precious
Davy
,
’
she
replied
.
‘
Be
as
soft
as
a
mouse
,
or
the
Cat
’
ll
hear
us
.
’
I
understood
this
to
mean
Miss
Murdstone
,
and
was
sensible
of
the
urgency
of
the
case
;
her
room
being
close
by
.
‘
How
’
s
mama
,
dear
Peggotty
?
Is
she
very
angry
with
me
?
’
I
could
hear
Peggotty
crying
softly
on
her
side
of
the
keyhole
,
as
I
was
doing
on
mine
,
before
she
answered
.
‘
No
.
Not
very
.
’
‘
What
is
going
to
be
done
with
me
,
Peggotty
dear
?
Do
you
know
?
’
‘
School
.
Near
London
,
’
was
Peggotty
’
s
answer
.
I
was
obliged
to
get
her
to
repeat
it
,
for
she
spoke
it
the
first
time
quite
down
my
throat
,
in
consequence
of
my
having
forgotten
to
take
my
mouth
away
from
the
keyhole
and
put
my
ear
there
;
and
though
her
words
tickled
me
a
good
deal
,
I
didn
’
t
hear
them
.
‘
When
,
Peggotty
?
’
