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‘
I
never
doubted
her
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
No
!
Not
a
bit
!
On
’
y
let
her
see
my
face
—
on
’
y
let
her
beer
my
voice
—
on
’
y
let
my
stanning
still
afore
her
bring
to
her
thoughts
the
home
she
had
fled
away
from
,
and
the
child
she
had
been
—
and
if
she
had
growed
to
be
a
royal
lady
,
she
’
d
have
fell
down
at
my
feet
!
I
know
’
d
it
well
!
Many
a
time
in
my
sleep
had
I
heerd
her
cry
out
,
“
Uncle
!
”
and
seen
her
fall
like
death
afore
me
.
Many
a
time
in
my
sleep
had
I
raised
her
up
,
and
whispered
to
her
,
“
Em
’
ly
,
my
dear
,
I
am
come
fur
to
bring
forgiveness
,
and
to
take
you
home
!
”
’
He
stopped
and
shook
his
head
,
and
went
on
with
a
sigh
.
‘
He
was
nowt
to
me
now
.
Em
’
ly
was
all
.
I
bought
a
country
dress
to
put
upon
her
;
and
I
know
’
d
that
,
once
found
,
she
would
walk
beside
me
over
them
stony
roads
,
go
where
I
would
,
and
never
,
never
,
leave
me
more
.
To
put
that
dress
upon
her
,
and
to
cast
off
what
she
wore
—
to
take
her
on
my
arm
again
,
and
wander
towards
home
—
to
stop
sometimes
upon
the
road
,
and
heal
her
bruised
feet
and
her
worse
-
bruised
heart
—
was
all
that
I
thowt
of
now
.
I
doen
’
t
believe
I
should
have
done
so
much
as
look
at
him
.
But
,
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
it
warn
’
t
to
be
—
not
yet
!
I
was
too
late
,
and
they
was
gone
.
Wheer
,
I
couldn
’
t
learn
.
Some
said
beer
,
some
said
theer
.
I
travelled
beer
,
and
I
travelled
theer
,
but
I
found
no
Em
’
ly
,
and
I
travelled
home
.
’
‘
How
long
ago
?
’
I
asked
.
‘
A
matter
o
’
fower
days
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
I
sighted
the
old
boat
arter
dark
,
and
the
light
a
-
shining
in
the
winder
.
When
I
come
nigh
and
looked
in
through
the
glass
,
I
see
the
faithful
creetur
Missis
Gummidge
sittin
’
by
the
fire
,
as
we
had
fixed
upon
,
alone
.
I
called
out
,
“
Doen
’
t
be
afeerd
!
It
’
s
Dan
’
l
!
”
and
I
went
in
.
I
never
could
have
thowt
the
old
boat
would
have
been
so
strange
!
’
From
some
pocket
in
his
breast
,
he
took
out
,
with
a
very
careful
hand
a
small
paper
bundle
containing
two
or
three
letters
or
little
packets
,
which
he
laid
upon
the
table
.
‘
This
fust
one
come
,
’
he
said
,
selecting
it
from
the
rest
,
‘
afore
I
had
been
gone
a
week
.
A
fifty
pound
Bank
note
,
in
a
sheet
of
paper
,
directed
to
me
,
and
put
underneath
the
door
in
the
night
.
She
tried
to
hide
her
writing
,
but
she
couldn
’
t
hide
it
from
Me
!
’
He
folded
up
the
note
again
,
with
great
patience
and
care
,
in
exactly
the
same
form
,
and
laid
it
on
one
side
.
‘
This
come
to
Missis
Gummidge
,
’
he
said
,
opening
another
,
‘
two
or
three
months
ago
.
‘
After
looking
at
it
for
some
moments
,
he
gave
it
to
me
,
and
added
in
a
low
voice
,
‘
Be
so
good
as
read
it
,
sir
.
’
