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‘
I
know
’
d
I
was
never
wanted
before
!
’
cried
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
with
a
pitiable
whimper
,
‘
and
now
I
’
m
told
so
!
How
could
I
expect
to
be
wanted
,
being
so
lone
and
lorn
,
and
so
contrary
!
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
seemed
very
much
shocked
at
himself
for
having
made
a
speech
capable
of
this
unfeeling
construction
,
but
was
prevented
from
replying
,
by
Peggotty
’
s
pulling
his
sleeve
,
and
shaking
her
head
.
After
looking
at
Mrs
.
Gummidge
for
some
moments
,
in
sore
distress
of
mind
,
he
glanced
at
the
Dutch
clock
,
rose
,
snuffed
the
candle
,
and
put
it
in
the
window
.
‘
Theer
!
‘
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
cheerily
.
‘
Theer
we
are
,
Missis
Gummidge
!
’
Mrs
.
Gummidge
slightly
groaned
.
‘
Lighted
up
,
accordin
’
to
custom
!
You
’
re
a
wonderin
’
what
that
’
s
fur
,
sir
!
Well
,
it
’
s
fur
our
little
Em
’
ly
.
You
see
,
the
path
ain
’
t
over
light
or
cheerful
arter
dark
;
and
when
I
’
m
here
at
the
hour
as
she
’
s
a
comin
’
home
,
I
puts
the
light
in
the
winder
.
That
,
you
see
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
bending
over
me
with
great
glee
,
‘
meets
two
objects
.
She
says
,
says
Em
’
ly
,
“
Theer
’
s
home
!
”
she
says
.
And
likewise
,
says
Em
’
ly
,
“
My
uncle
’
s
theer
!
”
Fur
if
I
ain
’
t
theer
,
I
never
have
no
light
showed
.
’
‘
You
’
re
a
baby
!
’
said
Peggotty
;
very
fond
of
him
for
it
,
if
she
thought
so
.
‘
Well
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
standing
with
his
legs
pretty
wide
apart
,
and
rubbing
his
hands
up
and
down
them
in
his
comfortable
satisfaction
,
as
he
looked
alternately
at
us
and
at
the
fire
.
‘
I
doen
’
t
know
but
I
am
.
Not
,
you
see
,
to
look
at
.
’
‘
Not
azackly
,
’
observed
Peggotty
.
‘
No
,
’
laughed
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
not
to
look
at
,
but
to
—
to
consider
on
,
you
know
.
I
doen
’
t
care
,
bless
you
!
Now
I
tell
you
.
When
I
go
a
looking
and
looking
about
that
theer
pritty
house
of
our
Em
’
ly
’
s
,
I
’
m
—
I
’
m
Gormed
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
with
sudden
emphasis
-
‘
theer
!
I
can
’
t
say
more
—
if
I
doen
’
t
feel
as
if
the
littlest
things
was
her
,
a
’
most
.
I
takes
‘
em
up
and
I
put
‘
em
down
,
and
I
touches
of
‘
em
as
delicate
as
if
they
was
our
Em
’
ly
.
So
’
tis
with
her
little
bonnets
and
that
.
I
couldn
’
t
see
one
on
‘
em
rough
used
a
purpose
—
not
fur
the
whole
wureld
.
There
’
s
a
babby
fur
you
,
in
the
form
of
a
great
Sea
Porkypine
!
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
relieving
his
earnestness
with
a
roar
of
laughter
.
Peggotty
and
I
both
laughed
,
but
not
so
loud
.
