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‘
She
had
been
summat
timorous
and
down
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
and
had
sat
,
at
first
,
a
little
way
off
,
at
her
spinning
,
or
such
work
as
it
was
,
when
Em
’
ly
talked
to
the
children
.
But
Em
’
ly
had
took
notice
of
her
,
and
had
gone
and
spoke
to
her
;
and
as
the
young
woman
was
partial
to
the
children
herself
,
they
had
soon
made
friends
.
Sermuchser
,
that
when
Em
’
ly
went
that
way
,
she
always
giv
Em
’
ly
flowers
.
This
was
her
as
now
asked
what
it
was
that
had
gone
so
much
amiss
.
Em
’
ly
told
her
,
and
she
—
took
her
home
.
She
did
indeed
.
She
took
her
home
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
covering
his
face
.
He
was
more
affected
by
this
act
of
kindness
,
than
I
had
ever
seen
him
affected
by
anything
since
the
night
she
went
away
.
My
aunt
and
I
did
not
attempt
to
disturb
him
.
‘
It
was
a
little
cottage
,
you
may
suppose
,
’
he
said
,
presently
,
‘
but
she
found
space
for
Em
’
ly
in
it
,
—
her
husband
was
away
at
sea
,
—
and
she
kep
it
secret
,
and
prevailed
upon
such
neighbours
as
she
had
(
they
was
not
many
near
)
to
keep
it
secret
too
.
Em
’
ly
was
took
bad
with
fever
,
and
,
what
is
very
strange
to
me
is
,
—
maybe
’
tis
not
so
strange
to
scholars
,
—
the
language
of
that
country
went
out
of
her
head
,
and
she
could
only
speak
her
own
,
that
no
one
unnerstood
.
She
recollects
,
as
if
she
had
dreamed
it
,
that
she
lay
there
always
a
-
talking
her
own
tongue
,
always
believing
as
the
old
boat
was
round
the
next
pint
in
the
bay
,
and
begging
and
imploring
of
‘
em
to
send
theer
and
tell
how
she
was
dying
,
and
bring
back
a
message
of
forgiveness
,
if
it
was
on
’
y
a
wured
.
A
’
most
the
whole
time
,
she
thowt
,
—
now
,
that
him
as
I
made
mention
on
just
now
was
lurking
for
her
unnerneath
the
winder
;
now
that
him
as
had
brought
her
to
this
was
in
the
room
,
—
and
cried
to
the
good
young
woman
not
to
give
her
up
,
and
know
’
d
,
at
the
same
time
,
that
she
couldn
’
t
unnerstand
,
and
dreaded
that
she
must
be
took
away
.
Likewise
the
fire
was
afore
her
eyes
,
and
the
roarings
in
her
ears
;
and
theer
was
no
today
,
nor
yesterday
,
nor
yet
tomorrow
;
but
everything
in
her
life
as
ever
had
been
,
or
as
ever
could
be
,
and
everything
as
never
had
been
,
and
as
never
could
be
,
was
a
crowding
on
her
all
at
once
,
and
nothing
clear
nor
welcome
,
and
yet
she
sang
and
laughed
about
it
!
How
long
this
lasted
,
I
doen
’
t
know
;
but
then
theer
come
a
sleep
;
and
in
that
sleep
,
from
being
a
many
times
stronger
than
her
own
self
,
she
fell
into
the
weakness
of
the
littlest
child
.
’
Here
he
stopped
,
as
if
for
relief
from
the
terrors
of
his
own
description
.
After
being
silent
for
a
few
moments
,
he
pursued
his
story
.
‘
It
was
a
pleasant
arternoon
when
she
awoke
;
and
so
quiet
,
that
there
warn
’
t
a
sound
but
the
rippling
of
that
blue
sea
without
a
tide
,
upon
the
shore
.
It
was
her
belief
,
at
first
,
that
she
was
at
home
upon
a
Sunday
morning
;
but
the
vine
leaves
as
she
see
at
the
winder
,
and
the
hills
beyond
,
warn
’
t
home
,
and
contradicted
of
her
.
Then
,
come
in
her
friend
to
watch
alongside
of
her
bed
;
and
then
she
know
’
d
as
the
old
boat
warn
’
t
round
that
next
pint
in
the
bay
no
more
,
but
was
fur
off
;
and
know
’
d
where
she
was
,
and
why
;
and
broke
out
a
-
crying
on
that
good
young
woman
’
s
bosom
,
wheer
I
hope
her
baby
is
a
-
lying
now
,
a
-
cheering
of
her
with
its
pretty
eyes
!
’
He
could
not
speak
of
this
good
friend
of
Emily
’
s
without
a
flow
of
tears
.
It
was
in
vain
to
try
.
He
broke
down
again
,
endeavouring
to
bless
her
!
‘
That
done
my
Em
’
ly
good
,
’
he
resumed
,
after
such
emotion
as
I
could
not
behold
without
sharing
in
;
and
as
to
my
aunt
,
she
wept
with
all
her
heart
;
‘
that
done
Em
’
ly
good
,
and
she
begun
to
mend
.
But
,
the
language
of
that
country
was
quite
gone
from
her
,
and
she
was
forced
to
make
signs
.
So
she
went
on
,
getting
better
from
day
to
day
,
slow
,
but
sure
,
and
trying
to
learn
the
names
of
common
things
—
names
as
she
seemed
never
to
have
heerd
in
all
her
life
—
till
one
evening
come
,
when
she
was
a
-
setting
at
her
window
,
looking
at
a
little
girl
at
play
upon
the
beach
.
And
of
a
sudden
this
child
held
out
her
hand
,
and
said
,
what
would
be
in
English
,
“
Fisherman
’
s
daughter
,
here
’
s
a
shell
!
”
—
for
you
are
to
unnerstand
that
they
used
at
first
to
call
her
“
Pretty
lady
”
,
as
the
general
way
in
that
country
is
,
and
that
she
had
taught
‘
em
to
call
her
“
Fisherman
’
s
daughter
”
instead
.
The
child
says
of
a
sudden
,
“
Fisherman
’
s
daughter
,
here
’
s
a
shell
!
”
Then
Em
’
ly
unnerstands
her
;
and
she
answers
,
bursting
out
a
-
crying
;
and
it
all
comes
back
!
‘
When
Em
’
ly
got
strong
again
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
after
another
short
interval
of
silence
,
‘
she
cast
about
to
leave
that
good
young
creetur
,
and
get
to
her
own
country
.
The
husband
was
come
home
,
then
;
and
the
two
together
put
her
aboard
a
small
trader
bound
to
Leghorn
,
and
from
that
to
France
.
She
had
a
little
money
,
but
it
was
less
than
little
as
they
would
take
for
all
they
done
.
