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‘
Ready
,
my
dear
Jane
,
’
returned
my
mother
.
‘
Good
-
bye
,
Davy
.
You
are
going
for
your
own
good
.
Good
-
bye
,
my
child
.
You
will
come
home
in
the
holidays
,
and
be
a
better
boy
.
’
‘
Clara
!
’
Miss
Murdstone
repeated
.
‘
Certainly
,
my
dear
Jane
,
’
replied
my
mother
,
who
was
holding
me
.
‘
I
forgive
you
,
my
dear
boy
.
God
bless
you
!
’
‘
Clara
!
’
Miss
Murdstone
repeated
.
Miss
Murdstone
was
good
enough
to
take
me
out
to
the
cart
,
and
to
say
on
the
way
that
she
hoped
I
would
repent
,
before
I
came
to
a
bad
end
;
and
then
I
got
into
the
cart
,
and
the
lazy
horse
walked
off
with
it
.
We
might
have
gone
about
half
a
mile
,
and
my
pocket
-
handkerchief
was
quite
wet
through
,
when
the
carrier
stopped
short
.
Looking
out
to
ascertain
for
what
,
I
saw
,
to
My
amazement
,
Peggotty
burst
from
a
hedge
and
climb
into
the
cart
.
She
took
me
in
both
her
arms
,
and
squeezed
me
to
her
stays
until
the
pressure
on
my
nose
was
extremely
painful
,
though
I
never
thought
of
that
till
afterwards
when
I
found
it
very
tender
.
Not
a
single
word
did
Peggotty
speak
.
Releasing
one
of
her
arms
,
she
put
it
down
in
her
pocket
to
the
elbow
,
and
brought
out
some
paper
bags
of
cakes
which
she
crammed
into
my
pockets
,
and
a
purse
which
she
put
into
my
hand
,
but
not
one
word
did
she
say
.
After
another
and
a
final
squeeze
with
both
arms
,
she
got
down
from
the
cart
and
ran
away
;
and
,
my
belief
is
,
and
has
always
been
,
without
a
solitary
button
on
her
gown
.
I
picked
up
one
,
of
several
that
were
rolling
about
,
and
treasured
it
as
a
keepsake
for
a
long
time
.
The
carrier
looked
at
me
,
as
if
to
inquire
if
she
were
coming
back
.
I
shook
my
head
,
and
said
I
thought
not
.
‘
Then
come
up
,
’
said
the
carrier
to
the
lazy
horse
;
who
came
up
accordingly
.
Having
by
this
time
cried
as
much
as
I
possibly
could
,
I
began
to
think
it
was
of
no
use
crying
any
more
,
especially
as
neither
Roderick
Random
,
nor
that
Captain
in
the
Royal
British
Navy
,
had
ever
cried
,
that
I
could
remember
,
in
trying
situations
.
The
carrier
,
seeing
me
in
this
resolution
,
proposed
that
my
pocket
-
handkerchief
should
be
spread
upon
the
horse
’
s
back
to
dry
.
I
thanked
him
,
and
assented
;
and
particularly
small
it
looked
,
under
those
circumstances
.
I
had
now
leisure
to
examine
the
purse
.
It
was
a
stiff
leather
purse
,
with
a
snap
,
and
had
three
bright
shillings
in
it
,
which
Peggotty
had
evidently
polished
up
with
whitening
,
for
my
greater
delight
.
But
its
most
precious
contents
were
two
half
-
crowns
folded
together
in
a
bit
of
paper
,
on
which
was
written
,
in
my
mother
’
s
hand
,
‘
For
Davy
.
With
my
love
.
’
I
was
so
overcome
by
this
,
that
I
asked
the
carrier
to
be
so
good
as
to
reach
me
my
pocket
-
handkerchief
again
;
but
he
said
he
thought
I
had
better
do
without
it
,
and
I
thought
I
really
had
,
so
I
wiped
my
eyes
on
my
sleeve
and
stopped
myself
.
