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‘
You
look
very
well
,
Mr
.
Barkis
,
’
I
said
,
thinking
he
would
like
to
know
it
.
Mr
.
Barkis
rubbed
his
cheek
with
his
cuff
,
and
then
looked
at
his
cuff
as
if
he
expected
to
find
some
of
the
bloom
upon
it
;
but
made
no
other
acknowledgement
of
the
compliment
.
‘
I
gave
your
message
,
Mr
.
Barkis
,
’
I
said
:
‘
I
wrote
to
Peggotty
.
’
‘
Ah
!
’
said
Mr
.
Barkis
.
Mr
.
Barkis
seemed
gruff
,
and
answered
drily
.
‘
Wasn
’
t
it
right
,
Mr
.
Barkis
?
’
I
asked
,
after
a
little
hesitation
.
‘
Why
,
no
,
’
said
Mr
.
Barkis
.
‘
Not
the
message
?
’
‘
The
message
was
right
enough
,
perhaps
,
’
said
Mr
.
Barkis
;
‘
but
it
come
to
an
end
there
.
’
Not
understanding
what
he
meant
,
I
repeated
inquisitively
:
‘
Came
to
an
end
,
Mr
.
Barkis
?
’
