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‘
Whereby
,
’
said
he
,
‘
I
know
,
both
as
she
would
go
to
the
wureld
’
s
furdest
end
with
me
,
if
she
could
once
see
me
again
;
and
that
she
would
fly
to
the
wureld
’
s
furdest
end
to
keep
off
seeing
me
.
For
though
she
ain
’
t
no
call
to
doubt
my
love
,
and
doen
’
t
—
and
doen
’
t
,
’
he
repeated
,
with
a
quiet
assurance
of
the
truth
of
what
he
said
,
‘
there
’
s
shame
steps
in
,
and
keeps
betwixt
us
.
’
I
read
,
in
every
word
of
his
plain
impressive
way
of
delivering
himself
,
new
evidence
of
his
having
thought
of
this
one
topic
,
in
every
feature
it
presented
.
‘
According
to
our
reckoning
,
’
he
proceeded
,
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
’
s
here
,
and
mine
,
she
is
like
,
one
day
,
to
make
her
own
poor
solitary
course
to
London
.
We
believe
—
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
me
,
and
all
of
us
—
that
you
are
as
innocent
of
everything
that
has
befell
her
,
as
the
unborn
child
.
You
’
ve
spoke
of
her
being
pleasant
,
kind
,
and
gentle
to
you
.
Bless
her
,
I
knew
she
was
!
I
knew
she
always
was
,
to
all
.
You
’
re
thankful
to
her
,
and
you
love
her
.
Help
us
all
you
can
to
find
her
,
and
may
Heaven
reward
you
!
’
She
looked
at
him
hastily
,
and
for
the
first
time
,
as
if
she
were
doubtful
of
what
he
had
said
.
‘
Will
you
trust
me
?
’
she
asked
,
in
a
low
voice
of
astonishment
.
‘
Full
and
free
!
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
To
speak
to
her
,
if
I
should
ever
find
her
;
shelter
her
,
if
I
have
any
shelter
to
divide
with
her
;
and
then
,
without
her
knowledge
,
come
to
you
,
and
bring
you
to
her
?
’
she
asked
hurriedly
.
We
both
replied
together
,
‘
Yes
!
’
She
lifted
up
her
eyes
,
and
solemnly
declared
that
she
would
devote
herself
to
this
task
,
fervently
and
faithfully
.
That
she
would
never
waver
in
it
,
never
be
diverted
from
it
,
never
relinquish
it
,
while
there
was
any
chance
of
hope
.
If
she
were
not
true
to
it
,
might
the
object
she
now
had
in
life
,
which
bound
her
to
something
devoid
of
evil
,
in
its
passing
away
from
her
,
leave
her
more
forlorn
and
more
despairing
,
if
that
were
possible
,
than
she
had
been
upon
the
river
’
s
brink
that
night
;
and
then
might
all
help
,
human
and
Divine
,
renounce
her
evermore
!
