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‘
You
have
no
mother
?
’
—
in
a
softened
voice
.
‘
No
.
’
‘
It
is
a
pity
,
’
she
returned
.
‘
She
would
have
been
proud
of
you
.
Good
night
!
’
I
took
the
hand
she
held
out
with
a
dignified
,
unbending
air
,
and
it
was
as
calm
in
mine
as
if
her
breast
had
been
at
peace
.
Her
pride
could
still
its
very
pulses
,
it
appeared
,
and
draw
the
placid
veil
before
her
face
,
through
which
she
sat
looking
straight
before
her
on
the
far
distance
.
As
I
moved
away
from
them
along
the
terrace
,
I
could
not
help
observing
how
steadily
they
both
sat
gazing
on
the
prospect
,
and
how
it
thickened
and
closed
around
them
.
Here
and
there
,
some
early
lamps
were
seen
to
twinkle
in
the
distant
city
;
and
in
the
eastern
quarter
of
the
sky
the
lurid
light
still
hovered
.
But
,
from
the
greater
part
of
the
broad
valley
interposed
,
a
mist
was
rising
like
a
sea
,
which
,
mingling
with
the
darkness
,
made
it
seem
as
if
the
gathering
waters
would
encompass
them
.
I
have
reason
to
remember
this
,
and
think
of
it
with
awe
;
for
before
I
looked
upon
those
two
again
,
a
stormy
sea
had
risen
to
their
feet
.
Reflecting
on
what
had
been
thus
told
me
,
I
felt
it
right
that
it
should
be
communicated
to
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
On
the
following
evening
I
went
into
London
in
quest
of
him
.
He
was
always
wandering
about
from
place
to
place
,
with
his
one
object
of
recovering
his
niece
before
him
;
but
was
more
in
London
than
elsewhere
.
Often
and
often
,
now
,
had
I
seen
him
in
the
dead
of
night
passing
along
the
streets
,
searching
,
among
the
few
who
loitered
out
of
doors
at
those
untimely
hours
,
for
what
he
dreaded
to
find
.
He
kept
a
lodging
over
the
little
chandler
’
s
shop
in
Hungerford
Market
,
which
I
have
had
occasion
to
mention
more
than
once
,
and
from
which
he
first
went
forth
upon
his
errand
of
mercy
.
Hither
I
directed
my
walk
.
On
making
inquiry
for
him
,
I
learned
from
the
people
of
the
house
that
he
had
not
gone
out
yet
,
and
I
should
find
him
in
his
room
upstairs
.
He
was
sitting
reading
by
a
window
in
which
he
kept
a
few
plants
.
The
room
was
very
neat
and
orderly
.
I
saw
in
a
moment
that
it
was
always
kept
prepared
for
her
reception
,
and
that
he
never
went
out
but
he
thought
it
possible
he
might
bring
her
home
.
He
had
not
heard
my
tap
at
the
door
,
and
only
raised
his
eyes
when
I
laid
my
hand
upon
his
shoulder
.
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
!
Thankee
,
sir
!
thankee
hearty
,
for
this
visit
!
Sit
ye
down
.
You
’
re
kindly
welcome
,
sir
!
’
