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‘
For
the
matter
o
’
that
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
replied
Ham
,
‘
all
’
s
told
a
’
most
in
them
words
,
“
Em
’
ly
,
Em
’
ly
,
for
Christ
’
s
sake
,
have
a
woman
’
s
heart
towards
me
.
I
was
once
like
you
!
”
She
wanted
to
speak
to
Em
’
ly
.
Em
’
ly
couldn
’
t
speak
to
her
theer
,
for
her
loving
uncle
was
come
home
,
and
he
wouldn
’
t
—
no
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
said
Ham
,
with
great
earnestness
,
‘
he
couldn
’
t
,
kind
-
natur
’
d
,
tender
-
hearted
as
he
is
,
see
them
two
together
,
side
by
side
,
for
all
the
treasures
that
’
s
wrecked
in
the
sea
.
’
I
felt
how
true
this
was
.
I
knew
it
,
on
the
instant
,
quite
as
well
as
Ham
.
‘
So
Em
’
ly
writes
in
pencil
on
a
bit
of
paper
,
’
he
pursued
,
‘
and
gives
it
to
her
out
o
’
winder
to
bring
here
.
“
Show
that
,
”
she
says
,
“
to
my
aunt
,
Mrs
.
Barkis
,
and
she
’
ll
set
you
down
by
her
fire
,
for
the
love
of
me
,
till
uncle
is
gone
out
,
and
I
can
come
.
”
By
and
by
she
tells
me
what
I
tell
you
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
and
asks
me
to
bring
her
.
What
can
I
do
?
She
doen
’
t
ought
to
know
any
such
,
but
I
can
’
t
deny
her
,
when
the
tears
is
on
her
face
.
’
He
put
his
hand
into
the
breast
of
his
shaggy
jacket
,
and
took
out
with
great
care
a
pretty
little
purse
.
‘
And
if
I
could
deny
her
when
the
tears
was
on
her
face
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
said
Ham
,
tenderly
adjusting
it
on
the
rough
palm
of
his
hand
,
‘
how
could
I
deny
her
when
she
give
me
this
to
carry
for
her
-
knowing
what
she
brought
it
for
?
Such
a
toy
as
it
is
!
’
said
Ham
,
thoughtfully
looking
on
it
.
‘
With
such
a
little
money
in
it
,
Em
’
ly
my
dear
.
’
I
shook
him
warmly
by
the
hand
when
he
had
put
it
away
again
—
for
that
was
more
satisfactory
to
me
than
saying
anything
—
and
we
walked
up
and
down
,
for
a
minute
or
two
,
in
silence
.
The
door
opened
then
,
and
Peggotty
appeared
,
beckoning
to
Ham
to
come
in
.
I
would
have
kept
away
,
but
she
came
after
me
,
entreating
me
to
come
in
too
.
Even
then
,
I
would
have
avoided
the
room
where
they
all
were
,
but
for
its
being
the
neat
-
tiled
kitchen
I
have
mentioned
more
than
once
.
The
door
opening
immediately
into
it
,
I
found
myself
among
them
before
I
considered
whither
I
was
going
.
The
girl
—
the
same
I
had
seen
upon
the
sands
—
was
near
the
fire
.
She
was
sitting
on
the
ground
,
with
her
head
and
one
arm
lying
on
a
chair
.
I
fancied
,
from
the
disposition
of
her
figure
,
that
Em
’
ly
had
but
newly
risen
from
the
chair
,
and
that
the
forlorn
head
might
perhaps
have
been
lying
on
her
lap
.
I
saw
but
little
of
the
girl
’
s
face
,
over
which
her
hair
fell
loose
and
scattered
,
as
if
she
had
been
disordering
it
with
her
own
hands
;
but
I
saw
that
she
was
young
,
and
of
a
fair
complexion
.
Peggotty
had
been
crying
.
So
had
little
Em
’
ly
.
Not
a
word
was
spoken
when
we
first
went
in
;
and
the
Dutch
clock
by
the
dresser
seemed
,
in
the
silence
,
to
tick
twice
as
loud
as
usual
.
Em
’
ly
spoke
first
.
‘
Martha
wants
,
’
she
said
to
Ham
,
‘
to
go
to
London
.
’
‘
Why
to
London
?
’
returned
Ham
.
