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‘
What
shall
I
ever
do
!
’
she
said
,
fighting
thus
with
her
despair
.
‘
How
can
I
go
on
as
I
am
,
a
solitary
curse
to
myself
,
a
living
disgrace
to
everyone
I
come
near
!
’
Suddenly
she
turned
to
my
companion
.
‘
Stamp
upon
me
,
kill
me
!
When
she
was
your
pride
,
you
would
have
thought
I
had
done
her
harm
if
I
had
brushed
against
her
in
the
street
.
You
can
’
t
believe
—
why
should
you
?
—
a
syllable
that
comes
out
of
my
lips
.
It
would
be
a
burning
shame
upon
you
,
even
now
,
if
she
and
I
exchanged
a
word
.
I
don
’
t
complain
.
I
don
’
t
say
she
and
I
are
alike
—
I
know
there
is
a
long
,
long
way
between
us
.
I
only
say
,
with
all
my
guilt
and
wretchedness
upon
my
head
,
that
I
am
grateful
to
her
from
my
soul
,
and
love
her
.
Oh
,
don
’
t
think
that
all
the
power
I
had
of
loving
anything
is
quite
worn
out
!
Throw
me
away
,
as
all
the
world
does
.
Kill
me
for
being
what
I
am
,
and
having
ever
known
her
;
but
don
’
t
think
that
of
me
!
’
He
looked
upon
her
,
while
she
made
this
supplication
,
in
a
wild
distracted
manner
;
and
,
when
she
was
silent
,
gently
raised
her
.
‘
Martha
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
God
forbid
as
I
should
judge
you
.
Forbid
as
I
,
of
all
men
,
should
do
that
,
my
girl
!
You
doen
’
t
know
half
the
change
that
’
s
come
,
in
course
of
time
,
upon
me
,
when
you
think
it
likely
.
Well
!
’
he
paused
a
moment
,
then
went
on
.
‘
You
doen
’
t
understand
how
’
tis
that
this
here
gentleman
and
me
has
wished
to
speak
to
you
.
You
doen
’
t
understand
what
’
tis
we
has
afore
us
.
Listen
now
!
’
His
influence
upon
her
was
complete
.
She
stood
,
shrinkingly
,
before
him
,
as
if
she
were
afraid
to
meet
his
eyes
;
but
her
passionate
sorrow
was
quite
hushed
and
mute
.
‘
If
you
heerd
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
owt
of
what
passed
between
Mas
’
r
Davy
and
me
,
th
’
night
when
it
snew
so
hard
,
you
know
as
I
have
been
—
wheer
not
—
fur
to
seek
my
dear
niece
.
My
dear
niece
,
’
he
repeated
steadily
.
‘
Fur
she
’
s
more
dear
to
me
now
,
Martha
,
than
she
was
dear
afore
.
’
She
put
her
hands
before
her
face
;
but
otherwise
remained
quiet
.
‘
I
have
heerd
her
tell
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
‘
as
you
was
early
left
fatherless
and
motherless
,
with
no
friend
fur
to
take
,
in
a
rough
seafaring
-
way
,
their
place
.
Maybe
you
can
guess
that
if
you
’
d
had
such
a
friend
,
you
’
d
have
got
into
a
way
of
being
fond
of
him
in
course
of
time
,
and
that
my
niece
was
kiender
daughter
-
like
to
me
.
’
As
she
was
silently
trembling
,
he
put
her
shawl
carefully
about
her
,
taking
it
up
from
the
ground
for
that
purpose
.
