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much, Peggotty; but he would rather not even see me now,
if he can help it.’
‘Perhaps it’s his sorrow,’ said Peggotty, stroking my hair.
‘I am sure, Peggotty, I am sorry too. If I believed it was
his sorrow, I should not think of it at all. But it’s not that; oh,
no, it’s not that.’
‘How do you know it’s not that?’ said Peggotty, after a
silence.
‘Oh, his sorrow is another and quite a different thing. He
is sorry at this moment, sitting by the fireside with Miss
Murdstone; but if I was to go in, Peggotty, he would be
something besides.’
‘What would he be?’ said Peggotty.
‘Angry,’ I answered, with an involuntary imitation of his
dark frown. ‘If he was only sorry, he wouldn’t look at me as
he does. I am only sorry, and it makes me feel kinder.’
Peggotty said nothing for a little while; and I warmed my
hands, as silent as she.
‘Davy,’ she said at length.
‘Yes, Peggotty?’ ‘I have tried, my dear, all ways I could
think of - all the ways there are, and all the ways there ain’t,
in short - to get a suitable service here, in Blunderstone; but
there’s no such a thing, my love.’
‘And what do you mean to do, Peggotty,’ says I, wistfully.
‘Do you mean to go and seek your fortune?’
‘I expect I shall be forced to go to Yarmouth,’ replied Peg-
gotty, ‘and live there.’
‘You might have gone farther off,’ I said, brightening a
little, ‘and been as bad as lost. I shall see you sometimes, my

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