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‘
Thank
you
,
dear
Peggotty
!
’
said
I
.
‘
Oh
,
thank
you
!
Thank
you
!
Will
you
promise
me
one
thing
,
Peggotty
?
Will
you
write
and
tell
Mr
.
Peggotty
and
little
Em
’
ly
,
and
Mrs
.
Gummidge
and
Ham
,
that
I
am
not
so
bad
as
they
might
suppose
,
and
that
I
sent
‘
em
all
my
love
-
especially
to
little
Em
’
ly
?
Will
you
,
if
you
please
,
Peggotty
?
’
The
kind
soul
promised
,
and
we
both
of
us
kissed
the
keyhole
with
the
greatest
affection
—
I
patted
it
with
my
hand
,
I
recollect
,
as
if
it
had
been
her
honest
face
—
and
parted
.
From
that
night
there
grew
up
in
my
breast
a
feeling
for
Peggotty
which
I
cannot
very
well
define
.
She
did
not
replace
my
mother
;
no
one
could
do
that
;
but
she
came
into
a
vacancy
in
my
heart
,
which
closed
upon
her
,
and
I
felt
towards
her
something
I
have
never
felt
for
any
other
human
being
.
It
was
a
sort
of
comical
affection
,
too
;
and
yet
if
she
had
died
,
I
cannot
think
what
I
should
have
done
,
or
how
I
should
have
acted
out
the
tragedy
it
would
have
been
to
me
.
In
the
morning
Miss
Murdstone
appeared
as
usual
,
and
told
me
I
was
going
to
school
;
which
was
not
altogether
such
news
to
me
as
she
supposed
.
She
also
informed
me
that
when
I
was
dressed
,
I
was
to
come
downstairs
into
the
parlour
,
and
have
my
breakfast
.
There
,
I
found
my
mother
,
very
pale
and
with
red
eyes
:
into
whose
arms
I
ran
,
and
begged
her
pardon
from
my
suffering
soul
.
‘
Oh
,
Davy
!
’
she
said
.
‘
That
you
could
hurt
anyone
I
love
!
Try
to
be
better
,
pray
to
be
better
!
I
forgive
you
;
but
I
am
so
grieved
,
Davy
,
that
you
should
have
such
bad
passions
in
your
heart
’
They
had
persuaded
her
that
I
was
a
wicked
fellow
,
and
she
was
more
sorry
for
that
than
for
my
going
away
.
I
felt
it
sorely
.
I
tried
to
eat
my
parting
breakfast
,
but
my
tears
dropped
upon
my
bread
-
and
-
butter
,
and
trickled
into
my
tea
.
I
saw
my
mother
look
at
me
sometimes
,
and
then
glance
at
the
watchful
Miss
Murdstone
,
and
than
look
down
,
or
look
away
.
‘
Master
Copperfield
’
s
box
there
!
’
said
Miss
Murdstone
,
when
wheels
were
heard
at
the
gate
.
I
looked
for
Peggotty
,
but
it
was
not
she
;
neither
she
nor
Mr
.
Murdstone
appeared
.
My
former
acquaintance
,
the
carrier
,
was
at
the
door
.
the
box
was
taken
out
to
his
cart
,
and
lifted
in
.
‘
Clara
!
’
said
Miss
Murdstone
,
in
her
warning
note
.
