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‘
Ah
!
that
’
s
not
enough
!
’
she
cried
.
‘
That
is
because
you
are
good
;
not
because
I
am
!
Oh
,
my
dear
,
it
might
have
been
a
better
fortune
for
you
,
if
you
had
been
fond
of
someone
else
—
of
someone
steadier
and
much
worthier
than
me
,
who
was
all
bound
up
in
you
,
and
never
vain
and
changeable
like
me
!
’
‘
Poor
little
tender
-
heart
,
’
said
Ham
,
in
a
low
voice
.
‘
Martha
has
overset
her
,
altogether
.
’
‘
Please
,
aunt
,
’
sobbed
Em
’
ly
,
‘
come
here
,
and
let
me
lay
my
head
upon
you
.
Oh
,
I
am
very
miserable
tonight
,
aunt
!
Oh
,
I
am
not
as
good
a
girl
as
I
ought
to
be
.
I
am
not
,
I
know
!
’
Peggotty
had
hastened
to
the
chair
before
the
fire
.
Em
’
ly
,
with
her
arms
around
her
neck
,
kneeled
by
her
,
looking
up
most
earnestly
into
her
face
.
‘
Oh
,
pray
,
aunt
,
try
to
help
me
!
Ham
,
dear
,
try
to
help
me
!
Mr
.
David
,
for
the
sake
of
old
times
,
do
,
please
,
try
to
help
me
!
I
want
to
be
a
better
girl
than
I
am
.
I
want
to
feel
a
hundred
times
more
thankful
than
I
do
.
I
want
to
feel
more
,
what
a
blessed
thing
it
is
to
be
the
wife
of
a
good
man
,
and
to
lead
a
peaceful
life
.
Oh
me
,
oh
me
!
Oh
my
heart
,
my
heart
!
’
She
dropped
her
face
on
my
old
nurse
’
s
breast
,
and
,
ceasing
this
supplication
,
which
in
its
agony
and
grief
was
half
a
woman
’
s
,
half
a
child
’
s
,
as
all
her
manner
was
(
being
,
in
that
,
more
natural
,
and
better
suited
to
her
beauty
,
as
I
thought
,
than
any
other
manner
could
have
been
)
,
wept
silently
,
while
my
old
nurse
hushed
her
like
an
infant
.
She
got
calmer
by
degrees
,
and
then
we
soothed
her
;
now
talking
encouragingly
,
and
now
jesting
a
little
with
her
,
until
she
began
to
raise
her
head
and
speak
to
us
.
So
we
got
on
,
until
she
was
able
to
smile
,
and
then
to
laugh
,
and
then
to
sit
up
,
half
ashamed
;
while
Peggotty
recalled
her
stray
ringlets
,
dried
her
eyes
,
and
made
her
neat
again
,
lest
her
uncle
should
wonder
,
when
she
got
home
,
why
his
darling
had
been
crying
.
I
saw
her
do
,
that
night
,
what
I
had
never
seen
her
do
before
I
saw
her
innocently
kiss
her
chosen
husband
on
the
cheek
,
and
creep
close
to
his
bluff
form
as
if
it
were
her
best
support
.
When
they
went
away
together
,
in
the
waning
moonlight
,
and
I
looked
after
them
,
comparing
their
departure
in
my
mind
with
Martha
’
s
,
I
saw
that
she
held
his
arm
with
both
her
hands
,
and
still
kept
close
to
him
.
