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I
thought
I
had
read
in
his
face
that
he
would
like
to
speak
to
me
alone
.
I
therefore
resolved
to
put
myself
in
his
way
next
evening
,
as
he
came
home
from
his
work
.
Having
settled
this
with
myself
,
I
fell
asleep
.
That
night
,
for
the
first
time
in
all
those
many
nights
,
the
candle
was
taken
out
of
the
window
,
Mr
.
Peggotty
swung
in
his
old
hammock
in
the
old
boat
,
and
the
wind
murmured
with
the
old
sound
round
his
head
.
All
next
day
,
he
was
occupied
in
disposing
of
his
fishing
-
boat
and
tackle
;
in
packing
up
,
and
sending
to
London
by
waggon
,
such
of
his
little
domestic
possessions
as
he
thought
would
be
useful
to
him
;
and
in
parting
with
the
rest
,
or
bestowing
them
on
Mrs
.
Gummidge
.
She
was
with
him
all
day
.
As
I
had
a
sorrowful
wish
to
see
the
old
place
once
more
,
before
it
was
locked
up
,
I
engaged
to
meet
them
there
in
the
evening
.
But
I
so
arranged
it
,
as
that
I
should
meet
Ham
first
.
It
was
easy
to
come
in
his
way
,
as
I
knew
where
he
worked
.
I
met
him
at
a
retired
part
of
the
sands
,
which
I
knew
he
would
cross
,
and
turned
back
with
him
,
that
he
might
have
leisure
to
speak
to
me
if
he
really
wished
.
I
had
not
mistaken
the
expression
of
his
face
.
We
had
walked
but
a
little
way
together
,
when
he
said
,
without
looking
at
me
:
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
have
you
seen
her
?
’
‘
Only
for
a
moment
,
when
she
was
in
a
swoon
,
’
I
softly
answered
.
We
walked
a
little
farther
,
and
he
said
:
‘
Mas
’
r
Davy
,
shall
you
see
her
,
d
’
ye
think
?
’
‘
It
would
be
too
painful
to
her
,
perhaps
,
’
said
I
.
‘
I
have
thowt
of
that
,
’
he
replied
.
‘
So
‘
twould
,
sir
,
so
‘
twould
.
’
