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It
was
a
subject
of
which
the
affectionate
creature
never
tired
;
and
our
interest
in
hearing
the
many
examples
which
she
,
who
was
so
much
with
him
,
had
to
relate
,
was
equal
to
hers
in
relating
them
.
My
aunt
and
I
were
at
that
time
vacating
the
two
cottages
at
Highgate
;
I
intending
to
go
abroad
,
and
she
to
return
to
her
house
at
Dover
.
We
had
a
temporary
lodging
in
Covent
Garden
.
As
I
walked
home
to
it
,
after
this
evening
’
s
conversation
,
reflecting
on
what
had
passed
between
Ham
and
myself
when
I
was
last
at
Yarmouth
,
I
wavered
in
the
original
purpose
I
had
formed
,
of
leaving
a
letter
for
Emily
when
I
should
take
leave
of
her
uncle
on
board
the
ship
,
and
thought
it
would
be
better
to
write
to
her
now
.
She
might
desire
,
I
thought
,
after
receiving
my
communication
,
to
send
some
parting
word
by
me
to
her
unhappy
lover
.
I
ought
to
give
her
the
opportunity
.
I
therefore
sat
down
in
my
room
,
before
going
to
bed
,
and
wrote
to
her
.
I
told
her
that
I
had
seen
him
,
and
that
he
had
requested
me
to
tell
her
what
I
have
already
written
in
its
place
in
these
sheets
.
I
faithfully
repeated
it
.
I
had
no
need
to
enlarge
upon
it
,
if
I
had
had
the
right
.
Its
deep
fidelity
and
goodness
were
not
to
be
adorned
by
me
or
any
man
.
I
left
it
out
,
to
be
sent
round
in
the
morning
;
with
a
line
to
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
requesting
him
to
give
it
to
her
;
and
went
to
bed
at
daybreak
.
I
was
weaker
than
I
knew
then
;
and
,
not
falling
asleep
until
the
sun
was
up
,
lay
late
,
and
unrefreshed
,
next
day
.
I
was
roused
by
the
silent
presence
of
my
aunt
at
my
bedside
.
I
felt
it
in
my
sleep
,
as
I
suppose
we
all
do
feel
such
things
.
‘
Trot
,
my
dear
,
’
she
said
,
when
I
opened
my
eyes
,
‘
I
couldn
’
t
make
up
my
mind
to
disturb
you
.
Mr
.
Peggotty
is
here
;
shall
he
come
up
?
’
I
replied
yes
,
and
he
soon
appeared
.
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
he
said
,
when
we
had
shaken
hands
,
‘
I
giv
Em
’
ly
your
letter
,
sir
,
and
she
writ
this
heer
;
and
begged
of
me
fur
to
ask
you
to
read
it
,
and
if
you
see
no
hurt
in
’
t
,
to
be
so
kind
as
take
charge
on
’
t
.
’
‘
Have
you
read
it
?
’
said
I
.
He
nodded
sorrowfully
.
I
opened
it
,
and
read
as
follows
:
