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‘
When
he
’
s
well
he
do
,
’
she
answered
.
‘
Do
YOU
ever
go
there
,
Mrs
.
Barkis
?
’
She
looked
at
me
more
attentively
,
and
I
noticed
a
quick
movement
of
her
hands
towards
each
other
.
‘
Because
I
want
to
ask
a
question
about
a
house
there
,
that
they
call
the
—
what
is
it
?
—
the
Rookery
,
’
said
I
.
She
took
a
step
backward
,
and
put
out
her
hands
in
an
undecided
frightened
way
,
as
if
to
keep
me
off
.
‘
Peggotty
!
’
I
cried
to
her
.
She
cried
,
‘
My
darling
boy
!
’
and
we
both
burst
into
tears
,
and
were
locked
in
one
another
’
s
arms
.
What
extravagances
she
committed
;
what
laughing
and
crying
over
me
;
what
pride
she
showed
,
what
joy
,
what
sorrow
that
she
whose
pride
and
joy
I
might
have
been
,
could
never
hold
me
in
a
fond
embrace
;
I
have
not
the
heart
to
tell
.
I
was
troubled
with
no
misgiving
that
it
was
young
in
me
to
respond
to
her
emotions
.
I
had
never
laughed
and
cried
in
all
my
life
,
I
dare
say
—
not
even
to
her
—
more
freely
than
I
did
that
morning
.
‘
Barkis
will
be
so
glad
,
’
said
Peggotty
,
wiping
her
eyes
with
her
apron
,
‘
that
it
’
ll
do
him
more
good
than
pints
of
liniment
.
May
I
go
and
tell
him
you
are
here
?
Will
you
come
up
and
see
him
,
my
dear
?
’
Of
course
I
would
.
But
Peggotty
could
not
get
out
of
the
room
as
easily
as
she
meant
to
,
for
as
often
as
she
got
to
the
door
and
looked
round
at
me
,
she
came
back
again
to
have
another
laugh
and
another
cry
upon
my
shoulder
.
At
last
,
to
make
the
matter
easier
,
I
went
upstairs
with
her
;
and
having
waited
outside
for
a
minute
,
while
she
said
a
word
of
preparation
to
Mr
.
Barkis
,
presented
myself
before
that
invalid
.
