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‘
But
you
will
be
at
Blunderstone
again
tomorrow
,
Mr
.
Barkis
,
’
I
said
,
faltering
a
little
at
the
idea
of
my
being
far
away
from
it
then
,
and
could
give
your
own
message
so
much
better
.
’
As
he
repudiated
this
suggestion
,
however
,
with
a
jerk
of
his
head
,
and
once
more
confirmed
his
previous
request
by
saying
,
with
profound
gravity
,
‘
Barkis
is
willin
’
.
That
’
s
the
message
,
’
I
readily
undertook
its
transmission
.
While
I
was
waiting
for
the
coach
in
the
hotel
at
Yarmouth
that
very
afternoon
,
I
procured
a
sheet
of
paper
and
an
inkstand
,
and
wrote
a
note
to
Peggotty
,
which
ran
thus
:
‘
My
dear
Peggotty
.
I
have
come
here
safe
.
Barkis
is
willing
.
My
love
to
mama
.
Yours
affectionately
.
P
.
S
.
He
says
he
particularly
wants
you
to
know
—
BARKIS
IS
WILLING
.
’
When
I
had
taken
this
commission
on
myself
prospectively
,
Mr
.
Barkis
relapsed
into
perfect
silence
;
and
I
,
feeling
quite
worn
out
by
all
that
had
happened
lately
,
lay
down
on
a
sack
in
the
cart
and
fell
asleep
.
I
slept
soundly
until
we
got
to
Yarmouth
;
which
was
so
entirely
new
and
strange
to
me
in
the
inn
-
yard
to
which
we
drove
,
that
I
at
once
abandoned
a
latent
hope
I
had
had
of
meeting
with
some
of
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
family
there
,
perhaps
even
with
little
Em
’
ly
herself
.
The
coach
was
in
the
yard
,
shining
very
much
all
over
,
but
without
any
horses
to
it
as
yet
;
and
it
looked
in
that
state
as
if
nothing
was
more
unlikely
than
its
ever
going
to
London
.
I
was
thinking
this
,
and
wondering
what
would
ultimately
become
of
my
box
,
which
Mr
.
Barkis
had
put
down
on
the
yard
-
pavement
by
the
pole
(
he
having
driven
up
the
yard
to
turn
his
cart
)
,
and
also
what
would
ultimately
become
of
me
,
when
a
lady
looked
out
of
a
bow
-
window
where
some
fowls
and
joints
of
meat
were
hanging
up
,
and
said
:
‘
Is
that
the
little
gentleman
from
Blunderstone
?
’
‘
Yes
,
ma
’
am
,
’
I
said
.
‘
What
name
?
’
inquired
the
lady
.
‘
Copperfield
,
ma
’
am
,
’
I
said
.
‘
That
won
’
t
do
,
’
returned
the
lady
.
‘
Nobody
’
s
dinner
is
paid
for
here
,
in
that
name
.
’
