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‘
It
has
been
put
into
your
hearts
,
perhaps
,
to
save
a
wretched
creature
for
repentance
.
I
am
afraid
to
think
so
;
it
seems
too
bold
.
If
any
good
should
come
of
me
,
I
might
begin
to
hope
;
for
nothing
but
harm
has
ever
come
of
my
deeds
yet
.
I
am
to
be
trusted
,
for
the
first
time
in
a
long
while
,
with
my
miserable
life
,
on
account
of
what
you
have
given
me
to
try
for
.
I
know
no
more
,
and
I
can
say
no
more
.
’
Again
she
repressed
the
tears
that
had
begun
to
flow
;
and
,
putting
out
her
trembling
hand
,
and
touching
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
as
if
there
was
some
healing
virtue
in
him
,
went
away
along
the
desolate
road
.
She
had
been
ill
,
probably
for
a
long
time
.
I
observed
,
upon
that
closer
opportunity
of
observation
,
that
she
was
worn
and
haggard
,
and
that
her
sunken
eyes
expressed
privation
and
endurance
.
We
followed
her
at
a
short
distance
,
our
way
lying
in
the
same
direction
,
until
we
came
back
into
the
lighted
and
populous
streets
.
I
had
such
implicit
confidence
in
her
declaration
,
that
I
then
put
it
to
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
whether
it
would
not
seem
,
in
the
onset
,
like
distrusting
her
,
to
follow
her
any
farther
.
He
being
of
the
same
mind
,
and
equally
reliant
on
her
,
we
suffered
her
to
take
her
own
road
,
and
took
ours
,
which
was
towards
Highgate
.
He
accompanied
me
a
good
part
of
the
way
;
and
when
we
parted
,
with
a
prayer
for
the
success
of
this
fresh
effort
,
there
was
a
new
and
thoughtful
compassion
in
him
that
I
was
at
no
loss
to
interpret
.
It
was
midnight
when
I
arrived
at
home
.
I
had
reached
my
own
gate
,
and
was
standing
listening
for
the
deep
bell
of
St
.
Paul
’
s
,
the
sound
of
which
I
thought
had
been
borne
towards
me
among
the
multitude
of
striking
clocks
,
when
I
was
rather
surprised
to
see
that
the
door
of
my
aunt
’
s
cottage
was
open
,
and
that
a
faint
light
in
the
entry
was
shining
out
across
the
road
.
Thinking
that
my
aunt
might
have
relapsed
into
one
of
her
old
alarms
,
and
might
be
watching
the
progress
of
some
imaginary
conflagration
in
the
distance
,
I
went
to
speak
to
her
.
It
was
with
very
great
surprise
that
I
saw
a
man
standing
in
her
little
garden
.
He
had
a
glass
and
bottle
in
his
hand
,
and
was
in
the
act
of
drinking
.
I
stopped
short
,
among
the
thick
foliage
outside
,
for
the
moon
was
up
now
,
though
obscured
;
and
I
recognized
the
man
whom
I
had
once
supposed
to
be
a
delusion
of
Mr
.
Dick
’
s
,
and
had
once
encountered
with
my
aunt
in
the
streets
of
the
city
.
He
was
eating
as
well
as
drinking
,
and
seemed
to
eat
with
a
hungry
appetite
.
He
seemed
curious
regarding
the
cottage
,
too
,
as
if
it
were
the
first
time
he
had
seen
it
.
After
stooping
to
put
the
bottle
on
the
ground
,
he
looked
up
at
the
windows
,
and
looked
about
;
though
with
a
covert
and
impatient
air
,
as
if
he
was
anxious
to
be
gone
.
The
light
in
the
passage
was
obscured
for
a
moment
,
and
my
aunt
came
out
.
She
was
agitated
,
and
told
some
money
into
his
hand
.
I
heard
it
chink
.
‘
What
’
s
the
use
of
this
?
’
he
demanded
.
