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‘
Yes
,
I
do
!
’
cried
Mrs
.
Joram
,
angrily
.
‘
No
,
no
,
’
said
I
.
Mrs
.
Joram
tossed
her
head
,
endeavouring
to
be
very
stern
and
cross
;
but
she
could
not
command
her
softer
self
,
and
began
to
cry
.
I
was
young
,
to
be
sure
;
but
I
thought
much
the
better
of
her
for
this
sympathy
,
and
fancied
it
became
her
,
as
a
virtuous
wife
and
mother
,
very
well
indeed
.
‘
What
will
she
ever
do
!
’
sobbed
Minnie
.
‘
Where
will
she
go
!
What
will
become
of
her
!
Oh
,
how
could
she
be
so
cruel
,
to
herself
and
him
!
’
I
remembered
the
time
when
Minnie
was
a
young
and
pretty
girl
;
and
I
was
glad
she
remembered
it
too
,
so
feelingly
.
‘
My
little
Minnie
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Joram
,
‘
has
only
just
now
been
got
to
sleep
.
Even
in
her
sleep
she
is
sobbing
for
Em
’
ly
.
All
day
long
,
little
Minnie
has
cried
for
her
,
and
asked
me
,
over
and
over
again
,
whether
Em
’
ly
was
wicked
?
What
can
I
say
to
her
,
when
Em
’
ly
tied
a
ribbon
off
her
own
neck
round
little
Minnie
’
s
the
last
night
she
was
here
,
and
laid
her
head
down
on
the
pillow
beside
her
till
she
was
fast
asleep
!
The
ribbon
’
s
round
my
little
Minnie
’
s
neck
now
.
It
ought
not
to
be
,
perhaps
,
but
what
can
I
do
?
Em
’
ly
is
very
bad
,
but
they
were
fond
of
one
another
.
And
the
child
knows
nothing
!
’
Mrs
.
Joram
was
so
unhappy
that
her
husband
came
out
to
take
care
of
her
.
Leaving
them
together
,
I
went
home
to
Peggotty
’
s
;
more
melancholy
myself
,
if
possible
,
than
I
had
been
yet
.
That
good
creature
—
I
mean
Peggotty
—
all
untired
by
her
late
anxieties
and
sleepless
nights
,
was
at
her
brother
’
s
,
where
she
meant
to
stay
till
morning
.
An
old
woman
,
who
had
been
employed
about
the
house
for
some
weeks
past
,
while
Peggotty
had
been
unable
to
attend
to
it
,
was
the
house
’
s
only
other
occupant
besides
myself
.
As
I
had
no
occasion
for
her
services
,
I
sent
her
to
bed
,
by
no
means
against
her
will
,
and
sat
down
before
the
kitchen
fire
a
little
while
,
to
think
about
all
this
.
I
was
blending
it
with
the
deathbed
of
the
late
Mr
.
Barkis
,
and
was
driving
out
with
the
tide
towards
the
distance
at
which
Ham
had
looked
so
singularly
in
the
morning
,
when
I
was
recalled
from
my
wanderings
by
a
knock
at
the
door
.
There
was
a
knocker
upon
the
door
,
but
it
was
not
that
which
made
the
sound
.
The
tap
was
from
a
hand
,
and
low
down
upon
the
door
,
as
if
it
were
given
by
a
child
.
