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In
truth
,
the
wind
,
though
it
was
low
,
had
a
solemn
sound
,
and
crept
around
the
deserted
house
with
a
whispered
wailing
that
was
very
mournful
.
Everything
was
gone
,
down
to
the
little
mirror
with
the
oyster
-
shell
frame
.
I
thought
of
myself
,
lying
here
,
when
that
first
great
change
was
being
wrought
at
home
.
I
thought
of
the
blue
-
eyed
child
who
had
enchanted
me
.
I
thought
of
Steerforth
:
and
a
foolish
,
fearful
fancy
came
upon
me
of
his
being
near
at
hand
,
and
liable
to
be
met
at
any
turn
.
‘
’
Tis
like
to
be
long
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
in
a
low
voice
,
‘
afore
the
boat
finds
new
tenants
.
They
look
upon
‘
t
,
down
beer
,
as
being
unfortunate
now
!
’
‘
Does
it
belong
to
anybody
in
the
neighbourhood
?
’
I
asked
.
‘
To
a
mast
-
maker
up
town
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
.
‘
I
’
m
a
-
going
to
give
the
key
to
him
tonight
.
’
We
looked
into
the
other
little
room
,
and
came
back
to
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
sitting
on
the
locker
,
whom
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
putting
the
light
on
the
chimney
-
piece
,
requested
to
rise
,
that
he
might
carry
it
outside
the
door
before
extinguishing
the
candle
.
‘
Dan
’
l
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
suddenly
deserting
her
basket
,
and
clinging
to
his
arm
‘
my
dear
Dan
’
l
,
the
parting
words
I
speak
in
this
house
is
,
I
mustn
’
t
be
left
behind
.
Doen
’
t
ye
think
of
leaving
me
behind
,
Dan
’
l
!
Oh
,
doen
’
t
ye
ever
do
it
!
’
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
taken
aback
,
looked
from
Mrs
.
Gummidge
to
me
,
and
from
me
to
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
as
if
he
had
been
awakened
from
a
sleep
.
‘
Doen
’
t
ye
,
dearest
Dan
’
l
,
doen
’
t
ye
!
’
cried
Mrs
.
Gummidge
,
fervently
.
‘
Take
me
‘
long
with
you
,
Dan
’
l
,
take
me
‘
long
with
you
and
Em
’
ly
!
I
’
ll
be
your
servant
,
constant
and
trew
.
If
there
’
s
slaves
in
them
parts
where
you
’
re
a
-
going
,
I
’
ll
be
bound
to
you
for
one
,
and
happy
,
but
doen
’
t
ye
leave
me
behind
,
Dan
’
l
,
that
’
s
a
deary
dear
!
’
‘
My
good
soul
,
’
said
Mr
.
Peggotty
,
shaking
his
head
,
‘
you
doen
’
t
know
what
a
long
voyage
,
and
what
a
hard
life
’
tis
!
’
‘
Yes
,
I
do
,
Dan
’
l
!
I
can
guess
!
’
cried
Mrs
.
Gummidge
