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‘
If
this
ain
’
t
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
sitting
down
among
us
by
the
fire
,
‘
the
brightest
night
o
’
my
life
,
I
’
m
a
shellfish
—
biled
too
-
and
more
I
can
’
t
say
.
This
here
little
Em
’
ly
,
sir
,
’
in
a
low
voice
to
Steerforth
,
‘
-
her
as
you
see
a
blushing
here
just
now
—
—
’
Steerforth
only
nodded
;
but
with
such
a
pleased
expression
of
interest
,
and
of
participation
in
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
feelings
,
that
the
latter
answered
him
as
if
he
had
spoken
.
‘
To
be
sure
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
That
’
s
her
,
and
so
she
is
.
Thankee
,
sir
.
’
Ham
nodded
to
me
several
times
,
as
if
he
would
have
said
so
too
.
‘
This
here
little
Em
’
ly
of
ours
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
has
been
,
in
our
house
,
what
I
suppose
(
I
’
m
a
ignorant
man
,
but
that
’
s
my
belief
)
no
one
but
a
little
bright
-
eyed
creetur
can
be
in
a
house
.
She
ain
’
t
my
child
;
I
never
had
one
;
but
I
couldn
’
t
love
her
more
.
You
understand
!
I
couldn
’
t
do
it
!
’
‘
I
quite
understand
,
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
I
know
you
do
,
sir
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
and
thankee
again
.
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
he
can
remember
what
she
was
;
you
may
judge
for
your
own
self
what
she
is
;
but
neither
of
you
can
’
t
fully
know
what
she
has
been
,
is
,
and
will
be
,
to
my
loving
art
.
I
am
rough
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
I
am
as
rough
as
a
Sea
Porkypine
;
but
no
one
,
unless
,
mayhap
,
it
is
a
woman
,
can
know
,
I
think
,
what
our
little
Em
’
ly
is
to
me
.
And
betwixt
ourselves
,
’
sinking
his
voice
lower
yet
,
‘
that
woman
’
s
name
ain
’
t
Missis
Gummidge
neither
,
though
she
has
a
world
of
merits
.
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
ruffled
his
hair
again
,
with
both
hands
,
as
a
further
preparation
for
what
he
was
going
to
say
,
and
went
on
,
with
a
hand
upon
each
of
his
knees
:
‘
There
was
a
certain
person
as
had
know
’
d
our
Em
’
ly
,
from
the
time
when
her
father
was
drownded
;
as
had
seen
her
constant
;
when
a
babby
,
when
a
young
gal
,
when
a
woman
.
Not
much
of
a
person
to
look
at
,
he
warn
’
t
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
something
o
’
my
own
build
-
rough
—
a
good
deal
o
’
the
sou
’
-
wester
in
him
—
wery
salt
—
but
,
on
the
whole
,
a
honest
sort
of
a
chap
,
with
his
art
in
the
right
place
.
’
