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She
did
not
raise
her
voice
above
her
breath
,
or
address
us
,
but
said
this
to
the
night
sky
;
then
stood
profoundly
quiet
,
looking
at
the
gloomy
water
.
We
judged
it
expedient
,
now
,
to
tell
her
all
we
knew
;
which
I
recounted
at
length
.
She
listened
with
great
attention
,
and
with
a
face
that
often
changed
,
but
had
the
same
purpose
in
all
its
varying
expressions
.
Her
eyes
occasionally
filled
with
tears
,
but
those
she
repressed
.
It
seemed
as
if
her
spirit
were
quite
altered
,
and
she
could
not
be
too
quiet
.
She
asked
,
when
all
was
told
,
where
we
were
to
be
communicated
with
,
if
occasion
should
arise
.
Under
a
dull
lamp
in
the
road
,
I
wrote
our
two
addresses
on
a
leaf
of
my
pocket
-
book
,
which
I
tore
out
and
gave
to
her
,
and
which
she
put
in
her
poor
bosom
.
I
asked
her
where
she
lived
herself
.
She
said
,
after
a
pause
,
in
no
place
long
.
It
were
better
not
to
know
.
Mr
.
Peggotty
suggesting
to
me
,
in
a
whisper
,
what
had
already
occurred
to
myself
,
I
took
out
my
purse
;
but
I
could
not
prevail
upon
her
to
accept
any
money
,
nor
could
I
exact
any
promise
from
her
that
she
would
do
so
at
another
time
.
I
represented
to
her
that
Mr
.
Peggotty
could
not
be
called
,
for
one
in
his
condition
,
poor
;
and
that
the
idea
of
her
engaging
in
this
search
,
while
depending
on
her
own
resources
,
shocked
us
both
.
She
continued
steadfast
.
In
this
particular
,
his
influence
upon
her
was
equally
powerless
with
mine
.
She
gratefully
thanked
him
but
remained
inexorable
.
‘
There
may
be
work
to
be
got
,
’
she
said
.
‘
I
’
ll
try
.
’
‘
At
least
take
some
assistance
,
’
I
returned
,
‘
until
you
have
tried
.
’
‘
I
could
not
do
what
I
have
promised
,
for
money
,
’
she
replied
.
‘
I
could
not
take
it
,
if
I
was
starving
.
To
give
me
money
would
be
to
take
away
your
trust
,
to
take
away
the
object
that
you
have
given
me
,
to
take
away
the
only
certain
thing
that
saves
me
from
the
river
.
’
‘
In
the
name
of
the
great
judge
,
’
said
I
,
‘
before
whom
you
and
all
of
us
must
stand
at
His
dread
time
,
dismiss
that
terrible
idea
!
We
can
all
do
some
good
,
if
we
will
.
’
She
trembled
,
and
her
lip
shook
,
and
her
face
was
paler
,
as
she
answered
:
