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I
’
m
a
’
most
glad
on
it
,
though
they
was
so
poor
!
What
they
done
,
is
laid
up
wheer
neither
moth
or
rust
doth
corrupt
,
and
wheer
thieves
do
not
break
through
nor
steal
.
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
it
’
ll
outlast
all
the
treasure
in
the
wureld
.
‘
Em
’
ly
got
to
France
,
and
took
service
to
wait
on
travelling
ladies
at
a
inn
in
the
port
.
Theer
,
theer
come
,
one
day
,
that
snake
.
—
Let
him
never
come
nigh
me
.
I
doen
’
t
know
what
hurt
I
might
do
him
!
—
Soon
as
she
see
him
,
without
him
seeing
her
,
all
her
fear
and
wildness
returned
upon
her
,
and
she
fled
afore
the
very
breath
he
draw
’
d
.
She
come
to
England
,
and
was
set
ashore
at
Dover
.
‘
I
doen
’
t
know
,
”
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
for
sure
,
when
her
‘
art
begun
to
fail
her
;
but
all
the
way
to
England
she
had
thowt
to
come
to
her
dear
home
.
Soon
as
she
got
to
England
she
turned
her
face
tow
’
rds
it
.
But
,
fear
of
not
being
forgiv
,
fear
of
being
pinted
at
,
fear
of
some
of
us
being
dead
along
of
her
,
fear
of
many
things
,
turned
her
from
it
,
kiender
by
force
,
upon
the
road
:
“
Uncle
,
uncle
,
”
she
says
to
me
,
“
the
fear
of
not
being
worthy
to
do
what
my
torn
and
bleeding
breast
so
longed
to
do
,
was
the
most
fright
’
ning
fear
of
all
!
I
turned
back
,
when
my
‘
art
was
full
of
prayers
that
I
might
crawl
to
the
old
door
-
step
,
in
the
night
,
kiss
it
,
lay
my
wicked
face
upon
it
,
and
theer
be
found
dead
in
the
morning
.
”
‘
She
come
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
dropping
his
voice
to
an
awe
-
stricken
whisper
,
‘
to
London
.
She
—
as
had
never
seen
it
in
her
life
—
alone
—
without
a
penny
—
young
—
so
pretty
—
come
to
London
.
A
’
most
the
moment
as
she
lighted
heer
,
all
so
desolate
,
she
found
(
as
she
believed
)
a
friend
;
a
decent
woman
as
spoke
to
her
about
the
needle
-
work
as
she
had
been
brought
up
to
do
,
about
finding
plenty
of
it
fur
her
,
about
a
lodging
fur
the
night
,
and
making
secret
inquiration
concerning
of
me
and
all
at
home
,
tomorrow
.
When
my
child
,
’
he
said
aloud
,
and
with
an
energy
of
gratitude
that
shook
him
from
head
to
foot
,
‘
stood
upon
the
brink
of
more
than
I
can
say
or
think
on
—
Martha
,
trew
to
her
promise
,
saved
her
.
’
I
could
not
repress
a
cry
of
joy
.
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
!
’
said
he
,
gripping
my
hand
in
that
strong
hand
of
his
,
‘
it
was
you
as
first
made
mention
of
her
to
me
.
I
thankee
,
sir
!
She
was
arnest
.
She
had
know
’
d
of
her
bitter
knowledge
wheer
to
watch
and
what
to
do
.
She
had
done
it
.
And
the
Lord
was
above
all
!
She
come
,
white
and
hurried
,
upon
Em
’
ly
in
her
sleep
.
She
says
to
her
,
“
Rise
up
from
worse
than
death
,
and
come
with
me
!
”
Them
belonging
to
the
house
would
have
stopped
her
,
but
they
might
as
soon
have
stopped
the
sea
.
“
Stand
away
from
me
,
”
she
says
,
“
I
am
a
ghost
that
calls
her
from
beside
her
open
grave
!
”
She
told
Em
’
ly
she
had
seen
me
,
and
know
’
d
I
loved
her
,
and
forgive
her
.
She
wrapped
her
,
hasty
,
in
her
clothes
.
She
took
her
,
faint
and
trembling
,
on
her
arm
.
She
heeded
no
more
what
they
said
,
than
if
she
had
had
no
ears
.
She
walked
among
‘
em
with
my
child
,
minding
only
her
;
and
brought
her
safe
out
,
in
the
dead
of
the
night
,
from
that
black
pit
of
ruin
!
‘
She
attended
on
Em
’
ly
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
who
had
released
my
hand
,
and
put
his
own
hand
on
his
heaving
chest
;
‘
she
attended
to
my
Em
’
ly
,
lying
wearied
out
,
and
wandering
betwixt
whiles
,
till
late
next
day
.
Then
she
went
in
search
of
me
;
then
in
search
of
you
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
.
She
didn
’
t
tell
Em
’
ly
what
she
come
out
fur
,
lest
her
‘
art
should
fail
,
and
she
should
think
of
hiding
of
herself
.
How
the
cruel
lady
know
’
d
of
her
being
theer
,
I
can
’
t
say
.
Whether
him
as
I
have
spoke
so
much
of
,
chanced
to
see
‘
em
going
theer
,
or
whether
(
which
is
most
like
,
to
my
thinking
)
he
had
heerd
it
from
the
woman
,
I
doen
’
t
greatly
ask
myself
.
My
niece
is
found
.
‘
All
night
long
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
we
have
been
together
,
Em
’
ly
and
me
.
’
Tis
little
(
considering
the
time
)
as
she
has
said
,
in
wureds
,
through
them
broken
-
hearted
tears
;
’
tis
less
as
I
have
seen
of
her
dear
face
,
as
grow
’
d
into
a
woman
’
s
at
my
hearth
.
But
,
all
night
long
,
her
arms
has
been
about
my
neck
;
and
her
head
has
laid
heer
;
and
we
knows
full
well
,
as
we
can
put
our
trust
in
one
another
,
ever
more
.
’
