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When
she
had
served
us
all
,
she
withdrew
to
the
window
,
where
she
sedulously
employed
herself
in
repairing
some
shirts
and
other
clothes
belonging
to
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
and
neatly
folding
and
packing
them
in
an
old
oilskin
bag
,
such
as
sailors
carry
.
Meanwhile
,
she
continued
talking
,
in
the
same
quiet
manner
:
‘
All
times
and
seasons
,
you
know
,
Dan
’
l
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
‘
I
shall
be
allus
here
,
and
everythink
will
look
accordin
’
to
your
wishes
.
I
’
m
a
poor
scholar
,
but
I
shall
write
to
you
,
odd
times
,
when
you
’
re
away
,
and
send
my
letters
to
Mas
’
r
Davy
.
Maybe
you
’
ll
write
to
me
too
,
Dan
’
l
,
odd
times
,
and
tell
me
how
you
fare
to
feel
upon
your
lone
lorn
journies
.
’
‘
You
’
ll
be
a
solitary
woman
heer
,
I
’
m
afeerd
!
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
No
,
no
,
Dan
’
l
,
’
she
returned
,
‘
I
shan
’
t
be
that
.
Doen
’
t
you
mind
me
.
I
shall
have
enough
to
do
to
keep
a
Beein
for
you
’
(
Mrs
.
Gummidge
meant
a
home
)
,
‘
again
you
come
back
—
to
keep
a
Beein
here
for
any
that
may
hap
to
come
back
,
Dan
’
l
.
In
the
fine
time
,
I
shall
set
outside
the
door
as
I
used
to
do
.
If
any
should
come
nigh
,
they
shall
see
the
old
widder
woman
true
to
‘
em
,
a
long
way
off
.
’
What
a
change
in
Mrs
.
Gummidge
in
a
little
time
!
She
was
another
woman
.
She
was
so
devoted
,
she
had
such
a
quick
perception
of
what
it
would
be
well
to
say
,
and
what
it
would
be
well
to
leave
unsaid
;
she
was
so
forgetful
of
herself
,
and
so
regardful
of
the
sorrow
about
her
,
that
I
held
her
in
a
sort
of
veneration
.
The
work
she
did
that
day
!
There
were
many
things
to
be
brought
up
from
the
beach
and
stored
in
the
outhouse
—
as
oars
,
nets
,
sails
,
cordage
,
spars
,
lobster
-
pots
,
bags
of
ballast
,
and
the
like
;
and
though
there
was
abundance
of
assistance
rendered
,
there
being
not
a
pair
of
working
hands
on
all
that
shore
but
would
have
laboured
hard
for
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
and
been
well
paid
in
being
asked
to
do
it
,
yet
she
persisted
,
all
day
long
,
in
toiling
under
weights
that
she
was
quite
unequal
to
,
and
fagging
to
and
fro
on
all
sorts
of
unnecessary
errands
.
As
to
deploring
her
misfortunes
,
she
appeared
to
have
entirely
lost
the
recollection
of
ever
having
had
any
.
She
preserved
an
equable
cheerfulness
in
the
midst
of
her
sympathy
,
which
was
not
the
least
astonishing
part
of
the
change
that
had
come
over
her
.
Querulousness
was
out
of
the
question
.
I
did
not
even
observe
her
voice
to
falter
,
or
a
tear
to
escape
from
her
eyes
,
the
whole
day
through
,
until
twilight
;
when
she
and
I
and
Mr
.
Peggotty
being
alone
together
,
and
he
having
fallen
asleep
in
perfect
exhaustion
,
she
broke
into
a
half
-
suppressed
fit
of
sobbing
and
crying
,
and
taking
me
to
the
door
,
said
,
‘
Ever
bless
you
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
be
a
friend
to
him
,
poor
dear
!
’
Then
,
she
immediately
ran
out
of
the
house
to
wash
her
face
,
in
order
that
she
might
sit
quietly
beside
him
,
and
be
found
at
work
there
,
when
he
should
awake
.
In
short
I
left
her
,
when
I
went
away
at
night
,
the
prop
and
staff
of
Mr
.
Peggotty
’
s
affliction
;
and
I
could
not
meditate
enough
upon
the
lesson
that
I
read
in
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
and
the
new
experience
she
unfolded
to
me
.
It
was
between
nine
and
ten
o
’
clock
when
,
strolling
in
a
melancholy
manner
through
the
town
,
I
stopped
at
Mr
.
Omer
’
s
door
.
Mr
.
Omer
had
taken
it
so
much
to
heart
,
his
daughter
told
me
,
that
he
had
been
very
low
and
poorly
all
day
,
and
had
gone
to
bed
without
his
pipe
.
‘
A
deceitful
,
bad
-
hearted
girl
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Joram
.
‘
There
was
no
good
in
her
,
ever
!
’
‘
Don
’
t
say
so
,
’
I
returned
.
‘
You
don
’
t
think
so
.
’
