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‘
Is
she
so
altered
?
’
I
inquired
.
‘
I
doen
’
t
know
.
I
see
her
ev
’
ry
day
,
and
doen
’
t
know
;
But
,
odd
-
times
,
I
have
thowt
so
.
A
slight
figure
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
looking
at
the
fire
,
‘
kiender
worn
;
soft
,
sorrowful
,
blue
eyes
;
a
delicate
face
;
a
pritty
head
,
leaning
a
little
down
;
a
quiet
voice
and
way
—
timid
a
’
most
.
That
’
s
Em
’
ly
!
’
We
silently
observed
him
as
he
sat
,
still
looking
at
the
fire
.
‘
Some
thinks
,
’
he
said
,
‘
as
her
affection
was
ill
-
bestowed
;
some
,
as
her
marriage
was
broken
off
by
death
.
No
one
knows
how
’
tis
.
She
might
have
married
well
,
a
mort
of
times
,
“
but
,
uncle
,
”
she
says
to
me
,
“
that
’
s
gone
for
ever
.
”
Cheerful
along
with
me
;
retired
when
others
is
by
;
fond
of
going
any
distance
fur
to
teach
a
child
,
or
fur
to
tend
a
sick
person
,
or
fur
to
do
some
kindness
tow
’
rds
a
young
girl
’
s
wedding
(
and
she
’
s
done
a
many
,
but
has
never
seen
one
)
;
fondly
loving
of
her
uncle
;
patient
;
liked
by
young
and
old
;
sowt
out
by
all
that
has
any
trouble
.
That
’
s
Em
’
ly
!
’
He
drew
his
hand
across
his
face
,
and
with
a
half
-
suppressed
sigh
looked
up
from
the
fire
.
‘
Is
Martha
with
you
yet
?
’
I
asked
.
‘
Martha
,
’
he
replied
,
‘
got
married
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
in
the
second
year
.
A
young
man
,
a
farm
-
labourer
,
as
come
by
us
on
his
way
to
market
with
his
mas
’
r
’
s
drays
—
a
journey
of
over
five
hundred
mile
,
theer
and
back
—
made
offers
fur
to
take
her
fur
his
wife
(
wives
is
very
scarce
theer
)
,
and
then
to
set
up
fur
their
two
selves
in
the
Bush
.
She
spoke
to
me
fur
to
tell
him
her
trew
story
.
I
did
.
They
was
married
,
and
they
live
fower
hundred
mile
away
from
any
voices
but
their
own
and
the
singing
birds
.
’
‘
Mrs
.
Gummidge
?
’
I
suggested
.
It
was
a
pleasant
key
to
touch
,
for
Mr
.
Peggotty
suddenly
burst
into
a
roar
of
laughter
,
and
rubbed
his
hands
up
and
down
his
legs
,
as
he
had
been
accustomed
to
do
when
he
enjoyed
himself
in
the
long
-
shipwrecked
boat
.
