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He
shook
his
head
when
I
asked
him
where
he
would
seek
her
,
and
inquired
if
I
were
going
to
London
tomorrow
?
I
told
him
I
had
not
gone
today
,
fearing
to
lose
the
chance
of
being
of
any
service
to
him
;
but
that
I
was
ready
to
go
when
he
would
.
‘
I
’
ll
go
along
with
you
,
sir
,
’
he
rejoined
,
‘
if
you
’
re
agreeable
,
tomorrow
.
’
We
walked
again
,
for
a
while
,
in
silence
.
‘
Ham
,
‘
he
presently
resumed
,
‘
he
’
ll
hold
to
his
present
work
,
and
go
and
live
along
with
my
sister
.
The
old
boat
yonder
—
—
’
‘
Will
you
desert
the
old
boat
,
Mr
.
Peggotty
?
’
I
gently
interposed
.
‘
My
station
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
’
he
returned
,
‘
ain
’
t
there
no
longer
;
and
if
ever
a
boat
foundered
,
since
there
was
darkness
on
the
face
of
the
deep
,
that
one
’
s
gone
down
.
But
no
,
sir
,
no
;
I
doen
’
t
mean
as
it
should
be
deserted
.
Fur
from
that
.
’
We
walked
again
for
a
while
,
as
before
,
until
he
explained
:
‘
My
wishes
is
,
sir
,
as
it
shall
look
,
day
and
night
,
winter
and
summer
,
as
it
has
always
looked
,
since
she
fust
know
’
d
it
.
If
ever
she
should
come
a
wandering
back
,
I
wouldn
’
t
have
the
old
place
seem
to
cast
her
off
,
you
understand
,
but
seem
to
tempt
her
to
draw
nigher
to
‘
t
,
and
to
peep
in
,
maybe
,
like
a
ghost
,
out
of
the
wind
and
rain
,
through
the
old
winder
,
at
the
old
seat
by
the
fire
.
Then
,
maybe
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
seein
’
none
but
Missis
Gummidge
there
,
she
might
take
heart
to
creep
in
,
trembling
;
and
might
come
to
be
laid
down
in
her
old
bed
,
and
rest
her
weary
head
where
it
was
once
so
gay
.
’
I
could
not
speak
to
him
in
reply
,
though
I
tried
.
