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The
carrier
put
my
box
down
at
the
garden
-
gate
,
and
left
me
.
I
walked
along
the
path
towards
the
house
,
glancing
at
the
windows
,
and
fearing
at
every
step
to
see
Mr
.
Murdstone
or
Miss
Murdstone
lowering
out
of
one
of
them
.
No
face
appeared
,
however
;
and
being
come
to
the
house
,
and
knowing
how
to
open
the
door
,
before
dark
,
without
knocking
,
I
went
in
with
a
quiet
,
timid
step
.
God
knows
how
infantine
the
memory
may
have
been
,
that
was
awakened
within
me
by
the
sound
of
my
mother
’
s
voice
in
the
old
parlour
,
when
I
set
foot
in
the
hall
.
She
was
singing
in
a
low
tone
.
I
think
I
must
have
lain
in
her
arms
,
and
heard
her
singing
so
to
me
when
I
was
but
a
baby
.
The
strain
was
new
to
me
,
and
yet
it
was
so
old
that
it
filled
my
heart
brim
-
full
;
like
a
friend
come
back
from
a
long
absence
.
I
believed
,
from
the
solitary
and
thoughtful
way
in
which
my
mother
murmured
her
song
,
that
she
was
alone
.
And
I
went
softly
into
the
room
.
She
was
sitting
by
the
fire
,
suckling
an
infant
,
whose
tiny
hand
she
held
against
her
neck
.
Her
eyes
were
looking
down
upon
its
face
,
and
she
sat
singing
to
it
.
I
was
so
far
right
,
that
she
had
no
other
companion
.
I
spoke
to
her
,
and
she
started
,
and
cried
out
.
But
seeing
me
,
she
called
me
her
dear
Davy
,
her
own
boy
!
and
coming
half
across
the
room
to
meet
me
,
kneeled
down
upon
the
ground
and
kissed
me
,
and
laid
my
head
down
on
her
bosom
near
the
little
creature
that
was
nestling
there
,
and
put
its
hand
to
my
lips
.
I
wish
I
had
died
.
I
wish
I
had
died
then
,
with
that
feeling
in
my
heart
!
I
should
have
been
more
fit
for
Heaven
than
I
ever
have
been
since
.
‘
He
is
your
brother
,
’
said
my
mother
,
fondling
me
.
‘
Davy
,
my
pretty
boy
!
My
poor
child
!
’
Then
she
kissed
me
more
and
more
,
and
clasped
me
round
the
neck
.
This
she
was
doing
when
Peggotty
came
running
in
,
and
bounced
down
on
the
ground
beside
us
,
and
went
mad
about
us
both
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour
.
It
seemed
that
I
had
not
been
expected
so
soon
,
the
carrier
being
much
before
his
usual
time
.
It
seemed
,
too
,
that
Mr
.
and
Miss
Murdstone
had
gone
out
upon
a
visit
in
the
neighbourhood
,
and
would
not
return
before
night
.
I
had
never
hoped
for
this
.
I
had
never
thought
it
possible
that
we
three
could
be
together
undisturbed
,
once
more
;
and
I
felt
,
for
the
time
,
as
if
the
old
days
were
come
back
.
We
dined
together
by
the
fireside
.
Peggotty
was
in
attendance
to
wait
upon
us
,
but
my
mother
wouldn
’
t
let
her
do
it
,
and
made
her
dine
with
us
.
I
had
my
own
old
plate
,
with
a
brown
view
of
a
man
-
of
-
war
in
full
sail
upon
it
,
which
Peggotty
had
hoarded
somewhere
all
the
time
I
had
been
away
,
and
would
not
have
had
broken
,
she
said
,
for
a
hundred
pounds
.
I
had
my
own
old
mug
with
David
on
it
,
and
my
own
old
little
knife
and
fork
that
wouldn
’
t
cut
.
