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‘Is that the reason why Miss Murdstone took the clothes
out of my drawers?’ which she had done, though I have for-
gotten to mention it.
‘Yes,’ said Peggotty. ‘Box.’
‘Shan’t I see mama?’
‘Yes,’ said Peggotty. ‘Morning.’
Then Peggotty fitted her mouth close to the keyhole, and
delivered these words through it with as much feeling and
earnestness as a keyhole has ever been the medium of com-
municating, I will venture to assert: shooting in each broken
little sentence in a convulsive little burst of its own.
‘Davy, dear. If I ain’t been azackly as intimate with you.
Lately, as I used to be. It ain’t because I don’t love you. just
as well and more, my pretty poppet. It’s because I thought it
better for you. And for someone else besides. Davy, my dar-
ling, are you listening? Can you hear?’
‘Ye-ye-ye-yes, Peggotty!’ I sobbed.
‘My own!’ said Peggotty, with infinite compassion. ‘What
I want to say, is. That you must never forget me. For I’ll nev-
er forget you. And I’ll take as much care of your mama,
Davy. As ever I took of you. And I won’t leave her. The day
may come when she’ll be glad to lay her poor head. On her
stupid, cross old Peggotty’s arm again. And I’ll write to you,
my dear. Though I ain’t no scholar. And I’ll - I’ll -’ Peggotty
fell to kissing the keyhole, as she couldn’t kiss me.
‘Thank you, dear Peggotty!’ said I. ‘Oh, thank you! Thank
you! Will you promise me one thing, Peggotty? Will you
write and tell Mr. Peggotty and little Em’ly, and Mrs. Gum-
midge and Ham, that I am not so bad as they might suppose,

David Copperfield