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Peggotty
put
down
the
two
children
he
had
been
nursing
,
one
on
each
knee
,
to
join
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Micawber
in
drinking
to
all
of
us
in
return
;
and
when
he
and
the
Micawbers
cordially
shook
hands
as
comrades
,
and
his
brown
face
brightened
with
a
smile
,
I
felt
that
he
would
make
his
way
,
establish
a
good
name
,
and
be
beloved
,
go
where
he
would
.
Even
the
children
were
instructed
,
each
to
dip
a
wooden
spoon
into
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
pot
,
and
pledge
us
in
its
contents
.
When
this
was
done
,
my
aunt
and
Agnes
rose
,
and
parted
from
the
emigrants
.
It
was
a
sorrowful
farewell
.
They
were
all
crying
;
the
children
hung
about
Agnes
to
the
last
;
and
we
left
poor
Mrs
.
Micawber
in
a
very
distressed
condition
,
sobbing
and
weeping
by
a
dim
candle
,
that
must
have
made
the
room
look
,
from
the
river
,
like
a
miserable
light
-
house
.
I
went
down
again
next
morning
to
see
that
they
were
away
.
They
had
departed
,
in
a
boat
,
as
early
as
five
o
’
clock
.
It
was
a
wonderful
instance
to
me
of
the
gap
such
partings
make
,
that
although
my
association
of
them
with
the
tumble
-
down
public
-
house
and
the
wooden
stairs
dated
only
from
last
night
,
both
seemed
dreary
and
deserted
,
now
that
they
were
gone
.
In
the
afternoon
of
the
next
day
,
my
old
nurse
and
I
went
down
to
Gravesend
.
We
found
the
ship
in
the
river
,
surrounded
by
a
crowd
of
boats
;
a
favourable
wind
blowing
;
the
signal
for
sailing
at
her
mast
-
head
.
I
hired
a
boat
directly
,
and
we
put
off
to
her
;
and
getting
through
the
little
vortex
of
confusion
of
which
she
was
the
centre
,
went
on
board
.
Mr
.
Peggotty
was
waiting
for
us
on
deck
.
He
told
me
that
Mr
.
Micawber
had
just
now
been
arrested
again
(
and
for
the
last
time
)
at
the
suit
of
Heep
,
and
that
,
in
compliance
with
a
request
I
had
made
to
him
,
he
had
paid
the
money
,
which
I
repaid
him
.
He
then
took
us
down
between
decks
;
and
there
,
any
lingering
fears
I
had
of
his
having
heard
any
rumours
of
what
had
happened
,
were
dispelled
by
Mr
.
Micawber
’
s
coming
out
of
the
gloom
,
taking
his
arm
with
an
air
of
friendship
and
protection
,
and
telling
me
that
they
had
scarcely
been
asunder
for
a
moment
,
since
the
night
before
last
.
It
was
such
a
strange
scene
to
me
,
and
so
confined
and
dark
,
that
,
at
first
,
I
could
make
out
hardly
anything
;
but
,
by
degrees
,
it
cleared
,
as
my
eyes
became
more
accustomed
to
the
gloom
,
and
I
seemed
to
stand
in
a
picture
by
OSTADE
.
Among
the
great
beams
,
bulks
,
and
ringbolts
of
the
ship
,
and
the
emigrant
-
berths
,
and
chests
,
and
bundles
,
and
barrels
,
and
heaps
of
miscellaneous
baggage
—
‘
lighted
up
,
here
and
there
,
by
dangling
lanterns
;
and
elsewhere
by
the
yellow
daylight
straying
down
a
windsail
or
a
hatchway
—
were
crowded
groups
of
people
,
making
new
friendships
,
taking
leave
of
one
another
,
talking
,
laughing
,
crying
,
eating
and
drinking
;
some
,
already
settled
down
into
the
possession
of
their
few
feet
of
space
,
with
their
little
households
arranged
,
and
tiny
children
established
on
stools
,
or
in
dwarf
elbow
-
chairs
;
others
,
despairing
of
a
resting
-
place
,
and
wandering
disconsolately
.
From
babies
who
had
but
a
week
or
two
of
life
behind
them
,
to
crooked
old
men
and
women
who
seemed
to
have
but
a
week
or
two
of
life
before
them
;
and
from
ploughmen
bodily
carrying
out
soil
of
England
on
their
boots
,
to
smiths
taking
away
samples
of
its
soot
and
smoke
upon
their
skins
;
every
age
and
occupation
appeared
to
be
crammed
into
the
narrow
compass
of
the
‘
tween
decks
.
As
my
eye
glanced
round
this
place
,
I
thought
I
saw
sitting
,
by
an
open
port
,
with
one
of
the
Micawber
children
near
her
,
a
figure
like
Emily
’
s
;
it
first
attracted
my
attention
,
by
another
figure
parting
from
it
with
a
kiss
;
and
as
it
glided
calmly
away
through
the
disorder
,
reminding
me
of
—
Agnes
!
But
in
the
rapid
motion
and
confusion
,
and
in
the
unsettlement
of
my
own
thoughts
,
I
lost
it
again
;
and
only
knew
that
the
time
was
come
when
all
visitors
were
being
warned
to
leave
the
ship
;
that
my
nurse
was
crying
on
a
chest
beside
me
;
and
that
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
assisted
by
some
younger
stooping
woman
in
black
,
was
busily
arranging
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
goods
.
‘
Is
there
any
last
wured
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
?
’
said
he
.
‘
Is
there
any
one
forgotten
thing
afore
we
parts
?
’
‘
One
thing
!
’
said
I
.
‘
Martha
!
’
