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‘
Mostly
a
-
foot
,
’
he
rejoined
;
‘
sometimes
in
carts
along
with
people
going
to
market
;
sometimes
in
empty
coaches
.
Many
mile
a
day
a
-
foot
,
and
often
with
some
poor
soldier
or
another
,
travelling
to
see
his
friends
.
I
couldn
’
t
talk
to
him
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
nor
he
to
me
;
but
we
was
company
for
one
another
,
too
,
along
the
dusty
roads
.
’
I
should
have
known
that
by
his
friendly
tone
.
‘
When
I
come
to
any
town
,
’
he
pursued
,
‘
I
found
the
inn
,
and
waited
about
the
yard
till
someone
turned
up
(
someone
mostly
did
)
as
know
’
d
English
.
Then
I
told
how
that
I
was
on
my
way
to
seek
my
niece
,
and
they
told
me
what
manner
of
gentlefolks
was
in
the
house
,
and
I
waited
to
see
any
as
seemed
like
her
,
going
in
or
out
.
When
it
warn
’
t
Em
’
ly
,
I
went
on
agen
.
By
little
and
little
,
when
I
come
to
a
new
village
or
that
,
among
the
poor
people
,
I
found
they
know
’
d
about
me
.
They
would
set
me
down
at
their
cottage
doors
,
and
give
me
what
-
not
fur
to
eat
and
drink
,
and
show
me
where
to
sleep
;
and
many
a
woman
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
as
has
had
a
daughter
of
about
Em
’
ly
’
s
age
,
I
’
ve
found
a
-
waiting
fur
me
,
at
Our
Saviour
’
s
Cross
outside
the
village
,
fur
to
do
me
sim
’
lar
kindnesses
.
Some
has
had
daughters
as
was
dead
.
And
God
only
knows
how
good
them
mothers
was
to
me
!
’
It
was
Martha
at
the
door
.
I
saw
her
haggard
,
listening
face
distinctly
.
My
dread
was
lest
he
should
turn
his
head
,
and
see
her
too
.
‘
They
would
often
put
their
children
—
particular
their
little
girls
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
upon
my
knee
;
and
many
a
time
you
might
have
seen
me
sitting
at
their
doors
,
when
night
was
coming
in
,
a
’
most
as
if
they
’
d
been
my
Darling
’
s
children
.
Oh
,
my
Darling
!
’
Overpowered
by
sudden
grief
,
he
sobbed
aloud
.
I
laid
my
trembling
hand
upon
the
hand
he
put
before
his
face
.
‘
Thankee
,
sir
,
’
he
said
,
‘
doen
’
t
take
no
notice
.
’
In
a
very
little
while
he
took
his
hand
away
and
put
it
on
his
breast
,
and
went
on
with
his
story
.
‘
They
often
walked
with
me
,
’
he
said
,
‘
in
the
morning
,
maybe
a
mile
or
two
upon
my
road
;
and
when
we
parted
,
and
I
said
,
“
I
’
m
very
thankful
to
you
!
God
bless
you
!
”
they
always
seemed
to
understand
,
and
answered
pleasant
.
At
last
I
come
to
the
sea
.
It
warn
’
t
hard
,
you
may
suppose
,
for
a
seafaring
man
like
me
to
work
his
way
over
to
Italy
.
When
I
got
theer
,
I
wandered
on
as
I
had
done
afore
.
The
people
was
just
as
good
to
me
,
and
I
should
have
gone
from
town
to
town
,
maybe
the
country
through
,
but
that
I
got
news
of
her
being
seen
among
them
Swiss
mountains
yonder
.
One
as
know
’
d
his
servant
see
‘
em
there
,
all
three
,
and
told
me
how
they
travelled
,
and
where
they
was
.
I
made
fur
them
mountains
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
day
and
night
.
Ever
so
fur
as
I
went
,
ever
so
fur
the
mountains
seemed
to
shift
away
from
me
.
But
I
come
up
with
‘
em
,
and
I
crossed
‘
em
.
When
I
got
nigh
the
place
as
I
had
been
told
of
,
I
began
to
think
within
my
own
self
,
“
What
shall
I
do
when
I
see
her
?
”
’
The
listening
face
,
insensible
to
the
inclement
night
,
still
drooped
at
the
door
,
and
the
hands
begged
me
—
prayed
me
—
not
to
cast
it
forth
.
