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I
thought
I
had
never
seen
Ham
grin
to
anything
like
the
extent
to
which
he
sat
grinning
at
us
now
.
‘
What
does
this
here
blessed
tarpaulin
go
and
do
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
with
his
face
one
high
noon
of
enjoyment
,
‘
but
he
loses
that
there
art
of
his
to
our
little
Em
’
ly
.
He
follers
her
about
,
he
makes
hisself
a
sort
o
’
servant
to
her
,
he
loses
in
a
great
measure
his
relish
for
his
wittles
,
and
in
the
long
-
run
he
makes
it
clear
to
me
wot
’
s
amiss
.
Now
I
could
wish
myself
,
you
see
,
that
our
little
Em
’
ly
was
in
a
fair
way
of
being
married
.
I
could
wish
to
see
her
,
at
all
ewents
,
under
articles
to
a
honest
man
as
had
a
right
to
defend
her
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
long
I
may
live
,
or
how
soon
I
may
die
;
but
I
know
that
if
I
was
capsized
,
any
night
,
in
a
gale
of
wind
in
Yarmouth
Roads
here
,
and
was
to
see
the
town
-
lights
shining
for
the
last
time
over
the
rollers
as
I
couldn
’
t
make
no
head
against
,
I
could
go
down
quieter
for
thinking
“
There
’
s
a
man
ashore
there
,
iron
-
true
to
my
little
Em
’
ly
,
God
bless
her
,
and
no
wrong
can
touch
my
Em
’
ly
while
so
be
as
that
man
lives
.
”
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
in
simple
earnestness
,
waved
his
right
arm
,
as
if
he
were
waving
it
at
the
town
-
lights
for
the
last
time
,
and
then
,
exchanging
a
nod
with
Ham
,
whose
eye
he
caught
,
proceeded
as
before
.
‘
Well
!
I
counsels
him
to
speak
to
Em
’
ly
.
He
’
s
big
enough
,
but
he
’
s
bashfuller
than
a
little
un
,
and
he
don
’
t
like
.
So
I
speak
.
“
What
!
Him
!
”
says
Em
’
ly
.
“
Him
that
I
’
ve
know
’
d
so
intimate
so
many
years
,
and
like
so
much
.
Oh
,
Uncle
!
I
never
can
have
him
.
He
’
s
such
a
good
fellow
!
”
I
gives
her
a
kiss
,
and
I
says
no
more
to
her
than
,
“
My
dear
,
you
’
re
right
to
speak
out
,
you
’
re
to
choose
for
yourself
,
you
’
re
as
free
as
a
little
bird
.
”
Then
I
aways
to
him
,
and
I
says
,
“
I
wish
it
could
have
been
so
,
but
it
can
’
t
.
But
you
can
both
be
as
you
was
,
and
wot
I
say
to
you
is
,
Be
as
you
was
with
her
,
like
a
man
.
”
He
says
to
me
,
a
-
shaking
of
my
hand
,
“
I
will
!
”
he
says
.
And
he
was
—
honourable
and
manful
—
for
two
year
going
on
,
and
we
was
just
the
same
at
home
here
as
afore
.
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
face
,
which
had
varied
in
its
expression
with
the
various
stages
of
his
narrative
,
now
resumed
all
its
former
triumphant
delight
,
as
he
laid
a
hand
upon
my
knee
and
a
hand
upon
Steerforth
’
s
(
previously
wetting
them
both
,
for
the
greater
emphasis
of
the
action
)
,
and
divided
the
following
speech
between
us
:
‘
All
of
a
sudden
,
one
evening
—
as
it
might
be
tonight
—
comes
little
Em
’
ly
from
her
work
,
and
him
with
her
!
There
ain
’
t
so
much
in
that
,
you
’
ll
say
.
No
,
because
he
takes
care
on
her
,
like
a
brother
,
arter
dark
,
and
indeed
afore
dark
,
and
at
all
times
.
But
this
tarpaulin
chap
,
he
takes
hold
of
her
hand
,
and
he
cries
out
to
me
,
joyful
,
“
Look
here
!
This
is
to
be
my
little
wife
!
”
And
she
says
,
half
bold
and
half
shy
,
and
half
a
laughing
and
half
a
crying
,
“
Yes
,
Uncle
!
If
you
please
.
”
—
If
I
please
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
rolling
his
head
in
an
ecstasy
at
the
idea
;
‘
Lord
,
as
if
I
should
do
anythink
else
!
—
“
If
you
please
,
I
am
steadier
now
,
and
I
have
thought
better
of
it
,
and
I
’
ll
be
as
good
a
little
wife
as
I
can
to
him
,
for
he
’
s
a
dear
,
good
fellow
!
”
Then
Missis
Gummidge
,
she
claps
her
hands
like
a
play
,
and
you
come
in
.
Theer
!
the
murder
’
s
out
!
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
—
‘
You
come
in
!
It
took
place
this
here
present
hour
;
and
here
’
s
the
man
that
’
ll
marry
her
,
the
minute
she
’
s
out
of
her
time
.
’
Ham
staggered
,
as
well
he
might
,
under
the
blow
Mr
.
Peggotty
dealt
him
in
his
unbounded
joy
,
as
a
mark
of
confidence
and
friendship
;
but
feeling
called
upon
to
say
something
to
us
,
he
said
,
with
much
faltering
and
great
difficulty
:
