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I
did
not
like
to
leave
him
,
under
such
circumstances
,
and
we
all
three
dined
together
off
a
beefsteak
pie
—
which
was
one
of
the
many
good
things
for
which
Peggotty
was
famous
—
and
which
was
curiously
flavoured
on
this
occasion
,
I
recollect
well
,
by
a
miscellaneous
taste
of
tea
,
coffee
,
butter
,
bacon
,
cheese
,
new
loaves
,
firewood
,
candles
,
and
walnut
ketchup
,
continually
ascending
from
the
shop
.
After
dinner
we
sat
for
an
hour
or
so
near
the
window
,
without
talking
much
;
and
then
Mr
.
Peggotty
got
up
,
and
brought
his
oilskin
bag
and
his
stout
stick
,
and
laid
them
on
the
table
.
He
accepted
,
from
his
sister
’
s
stock
of
ready
money
,
a
small
sum
on
account
of
his
legacy
;
barely
enough
,
I
should
have
thought
,
to
keep
him
for
a
month
.
He
promised
to
communicate
with
me
,
when
anything
befell
him
;
and
he
slung
his
bag
about
him
,
took
his
hat
and
stick
,
and
bade
us
both
‘
Good
-
bye
!
’
‘
All
good
attend
you
,
dear
old
woman
,
’
he
said
,
embracing
Peggotty
,
‘
and
you
too
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
!
’
shaking
hands
with
me
.
‘
I
’
m
a
-
going
to
seek
her
,
fur
and
wide
.
If
she
should
come
home
while
I
’
m
away
—
but
ah
,
that
ain
’
t
like
to
be
!
—
or
if
I
should
bring
her
back
,
my
meaning
is
,
that
she
and
me
shall
live
and
die
where
no
one
can
’
t
reproach
her
.
If
any
hurt
should
come
to
me
,
remember
that
the
last
words
I
left
for
her
was
,
“
My
unchanged
love
is
with
my
darling
child
,
and
I
forgive
her
!
”
’
He
said
this
solemnly
,
bare
-
headed
;
then
,
putting
on
his
hat
,
he
went
down
the
stairs
,
and
away
.
We
followed
to
the
door
.
It
was
a
warm
,
dusty
evening
,
just
the
time
when
,
in
the
great
main
thoroughfare
out
of
which
that
by
-
way
turned
,
there
was
a
temporary
lull
in
the
eternal
tread
of
feet
upon
the
pavement
,
and
a
strong
red
sunshine
.
He
turned
,
alone
,
at
the
corner
of
our
shady
street
,
into
a
glow
of
light
,
in
which
we
lost
him
.
Rarely
did
that
hour
of
the
evening
come
,
rarely
did
I
wake
at
night
,
rarely
did
I
look
up
at
the
moon
,
or
stars
,
or
watch
the
falling
rain
,
or
hear
the
wind
,
but
I
thought
of
his
solitary
figure
toiling
on
,
poor
pilgrim
,
and
recalled
the
words
:
‘
I
’
m
a
going
to
seek
her
,
fur
and
wide
If
any
hurt
should
come
to
me
,
remember
that
the
last
words
I
left
for
her
was
,
“
My
unchanged
love
is
with
my
darling
child
,
and
I
forgive
her
!
”
’
All
this
time
,
I
had
gone
on
loving
Dora
,
harder
than
ever
.
Her
idea
was
my
refuge
in
disappointment
and
distress
,
and
made
some
amends
to
me
,
even
for
the
loss
of
my
friend
.
The
more
I
pitied
myself
,
or
pitied
others
,
the
more
I
sought
for
consolation
in
the
image
of
Dora
.
The
greater
the
accumulation
of
deceit
and
trouble
in
the
world
,
the
brighter
and
the
purer
shone
the
star
of
Dora
high
above
the
world
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
had
any
definite
idea
where
Dora
came
from
,
or
in
what
degree
she
was
related
to
a
higher
order
of
beings
;
but
I
am
quite
sure
I
should
have
scouted
the
notion
of
her
being
simply
human
,
like
any
other
young
lady
,
with
indignation
and
contempt
.
If
I
may
so
express
it
,
I
was
steeped
in
Dora
.
I
was
not
merely
over
head
and
ears
in
love
with
her
,
but
I
was
saturated
through
and
through
.
Enough
love
might
have
been
wrung
out
of
me
,
metaphorically
speaking
,
to
drown
anybody
in
;
and
yet
there
would
have
remained
enough
within
me
,
and
all
over
me
,
to
pervade
my
entire
existence
.
