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But
neither
Peggotty
nor
I
had
eyes
for
him
,
when
we
saw
,
in
company
with
him
,
Mr
.
Murdstone
.
He
was
very
little
changed
.
His
hair
looked
as
thick
,
and
was
certainly
as
black
,
as
ever
;
and
his
glance
was
as
little
to
be
trusted
as
of
old
.
‘
Ah
,
Copperfield
?
’
said
Mr
.
Spenlow
.
‘
You
know
this
gentleman
,
I
believe
?
’
I
made
my
gentleman
a
distant
bow
,
and
Peggotty
barely
recognized
him
.
He
was
,
at
first
,
somewhat
disconcerted
to
meet
us
two
together
;
but
quickly
decided
what
to
do
,
and
came
up
to
me
.
‘
I
hope
,
’
he
said
,
‘
that
you
are
doing
well
?
’
‘
It
can
hardly
be
interesting
to
you
,
’
said
I
.
‘
Yes
,
if
you
wish
to
know
.
’
We
looked
at
each
other
,
and
he
addressed
himself
to
Peggotty
.
‘
And
you
,
’
said
he
.
‘
I
am
sorry
to
observe
that
you
have
lost
your
husband
.
’
‘
It
’
s
not
the
first
loss
I
have
had
in
my
life
,
Mr
.
Murdstone
,
’
replied
Peggotty
,
trembling
from
head
to
foot
.
‘
I
am
glad
to
hope
that
there
is
nobody
to
blame
for
this
one
,
—
nobody
to
answer
for
it
.
’
‘
Ha
!
’
said
he
;
‘
that
’
s
a
comfortable
reflection
.
You
have
done
your
duty
?
’
