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‘
I
’
ll
pound
it
,
it
’
s
wot
you
do
yourself
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
shaking
his
head
,
‘
and
wot
you
do
well
—
right
well
!
I
thankee
,
sir
.
I
’
m
obleeged
to
you
,
sir
,
for
your
welcoming
manner
of
me
.
I
’
m
rough
,
sir
,
but
I
’
m
ready
—
least
ways
,
I
hope
I
’
m
ready
,
you
unnerstand
.
My
house
ain
’
t
much
for
to
see
,
sir
,
but
it
’
s
hearty
at
your
service
if
ever
you
should
come
along
with
Mas
’
r
Davy
to
see
it
.
I
’
m
a
reg
’
lar
Dodman
,
I
am
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
by
which
he
meant
snail
,
and
this
was
in
allusion
to
his
being
slow
to
go
,
for
he
had
attempted
to
go
after
every
sentence
,
and
had
somehow
or
other
come
back
again
;
‘
but
I
wish
you
both
well
,
and
I
wish
you
happy
!
’
Ham
echoed
this
sentiment
,
and
we
parted
with
them
in
the
heartiest
manner
.
I
was
almost
tempted
that
evening
to
tell
Steerforth
about
pretty
little
Em
’
ly
,
but
I
was
too
timid
of
mentioning
her
name
,
and
too
much
afraid
of
his
laughing
at
me
.
I
remember
that
I
thought
a
good
deal
,
and
in
an
uneasy
sort
of
way
,
about
Mr
.
Peggotty
having
said
that
she
was
getting
on
to
be
a
woman
;
but
I
decided
that
was
nonsense
.
We
transported
the
shellfish
,
or
the
‘
relish
’
as
Mr
.
Peggotty
had
modestly
called
it
,
up
into
our
room
unobserved
,
and
made
a
great
supper
that
evening
.
But
Traddles
couldn
’
t
get
happily
out
of
it
.
He
was
too
unfortunate
even
to
come
through
a
supper
like
anybody
else
.
He
was
taken
ill
in
the
night
—
quite
prostrate
he
was
—
in
consequence
of
Crab
;
and
after
being
drugged
with
black
draughts
and
blue
pills
,
to
an
extent
which
Demple
(
whose
father
was
a
doctor
)
said
was
enough
to
undermine
a
horse
’
s
constitution
,
received
a
caning
and
six
chapters
of
Greek
Testament
for
refusing
to
confess
.
The
rest
of
the
half
-
year
is
a
jumble
in
my
recollection
of
the
daily
strife
and
struggle
of
our
lives
;
of
the
waning
summer
and
the
changing
season
;
of
the
frosty
mornings
when
we
were
rung
out
of
bed
,
and
the
cold
,
cold
smell
of
the
dark
nights
when
we
were
rung
into
bed
again
;
of
the
evening
schoolroom
dimly
lighted
and
indifferently
warmed
,
and
the
morning
schoolroom
which
was
nothing
but
a
great
shivering
-
machine
;
of
the
alternation
of
boiled
beef
with
roast
beef
,
and
boiled
mutton
with
roast
mutton
;
of
clods
of
bread
-
and
-
butter
,
dog
’
s
-
eared
lesson
-
books
,
cracked
slates
,
tear
-
blotted
copy
-
books
,
canings
,
rulerings
,
hair
-
cuttings
,
rainy
Sundays
,
suet
-
puddings
,
and
a
dirty
atmosphere
of
ink
,
surrounding
all
I
well
remember
though
,
how
the
distant
idea
of
the
holidays
,
after
seeming
for
an
immense
time
to
be
a
stationary
speck
,
began
to
come
towards
us
,
and
to
grow
and
grow
.
How
from
counting
months
,
we
came
to
weeks
,
and
then
to
days
;
and
how
I
then
began
to
be
afraid
that
I
should
not
be
sent
for
and
when
I
learnt
from
Steerforth
that
I
had
been
sent
for
,
and
was
certainly
to
go
home
,
had
dim
forebodings
that
I
might
break
my
leg
first
.
How
the
breaking
-
up
day
changed
its
place
fast
,
at
last
,
from
the
week
after
next
to
next
week
,
this
week
,
the
day
after
tomorrow
,
tomorrow
,
today
,
tonight
—
when
I
was
inside
the
Yarmouth
mail
,
and
going
home
.
I
had
many
a
broken
sleep
inside
the
Yarmouth
mail
,
and
many
an
incoherent
dream
of
all
these
things
.
But
when
I
awoke
at
intervals
,
the
ground
outside
the
window
was
not
the
playground
of
Salem
House
,
and
the
sound
in
my
ears
was
not
the
sound
of
Mr
.
Creakle
giving
it
to
Traddles
,
but
the
sound
of
the
coachman
touching
up
the
horses
.
When
we
arrived
before
day
at
the
inn
where
the
mail
stopped
,
which
was
not
the
inn
where
my
friend
the
waiter
lived
,
I
was
shown
up
to
a
nice
little
bedroom
,
with
DOLPHIN
painted
on
the
door
.
Very
cold
I
was
,
I
know
,
notwithstanding
the
hot
tea
they
had
given
me
before
a
large
fire
downstairs
;
and
very
glad
I
was
to
turn
into
the
Dolphin
’
s
bed
,
pull
the
Dolphin
’
s
blankets
round
my
head
,
and
go
to
sleep
.
Mr
.
Barkis
the
carrier
was
to
call
for
me
in
the
morning
at
nine
o
’
clock
.
I
got
up
at
eight
,
a
little
giddy
from
the
shortness
of
my
night
’
s
rest
,
and
was
ready
for
him
before
the
appointed
time
.
He
received
me
exactly
as
if
not
five
minutes
had
elapsed
since
we
were
last
together
,
and
I
had
only
been
into
the
hotel
to
get
change
for
sixpence
,
or
something
of
that
sort
.
As
soon
as
I
and
my
box
were
in
the
cart
,
and
the
carrier
seated
,
the
lazy
horse
walked
away
with
us
all
at
his
accustomed
pace
.
