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‘
“
When
you
,
who
love
me
so
much
better
than
I
ever
have
deserved
,
even
when
my
mind
was
innocent
,
see
this
,
I
shall
be
far
away
.
”
’
‘
I
shall
be
fur
away
,
’
he
repeated
slowly
.
‘
Stop
!
Em
’
ly
fur
away
.
Well
!
’
‘
“
When
I
leave
my
dear
home
—
my
dear
home
—
oh
,
my
dear
home
!
—
in
the
morning
,
”
’
the
letter
bore
date
on
the
previous
night
:
‘
”
-
it
will
be
never
to
come
back
,
unless
he
brings
me
back
a
lady
.
This
will
be
found
at
night
,
many
hours
after
,
instead
of
me
.
Oh
,
if
you
knew
how
my
heart
is
torn
.
If
even
you
,
that
I
have
wronged
so
much
,
that
never
can
forgive
me
,
could
only
know
what
I
suffer
!
I
am
too
wicked
to
write
about
myself
!
Oh
,
take
comfort
in
thinking
that
I
am
so
bad
.
Oh
,
for
mercy
’
s
sake
,
tell
uncle
that
I
never
loved
him
half
so
dear
as
now
.
Oh
,
don
’
t
remember
how
affectionate
and
kind
you
have
all
been
to
me
—
don
’
t
remember
we
were
ever
to
be
married
—
but
try
to
think
as
if
I
died
when
I
was
little
,
and
was
buried
somewhere
.
Pray
Heaven
that
I
am
going
away
from
,
have
compassion
on
my
uncle
!
Tell
him
that
I
never
loved
him
half
so
dear
.
Be
his
comfort
.
Love
some
good
girl
that
will
be
what
I
was
once
to
uncle
,
and
be
true
to
you
,
and
worthy
of
you
,
and
know
no
shame
but
me
.
God
bless
all
!
I
’
ll
pray
for
all
,
often
,
on
my
knees
.
If
he
don
’
t
bring
me
back
a
lady
,
and
I
don
’
t
pray
for
my
own
self
,
I
’
ll
pray
for
all
.
My
parting
love
to
uncle
.
My
last
tears
,
and
my
last
thanks
,
for
uncle
!
”
’
That
was
all
.
He
stood
,
long
after
I
had
ceased
to
read
,
still
looking
at
me
.
At
length
I
ventured
to
take
his
hand
,
and
to
entreat
him
,
as
well
as
I
could
,
to
endeavour
to
get
some
command
of
himself
.
He
replied
,
‘
I
thankee
,
sir
,
I
thankee
!
’
without
moving
.
Ham
spoke
to
him
.
Mr
.
Peggotty
was
so
far
sensible
of
HIS
affliction
,
that
he
wrung
his
hand
;
but
,
otherwise
,
he
remained
in
the
same
state
,
and
no
one
dared
to
disturb
him
.
Slowly
,
at
last
,
he
moved
his
eyes
from
my
face
,
as
if
he
were
waking
from
a
vision
,
and
cast
them
round
the
room
.
Then
he
said
,
in
a
low
voice
:
