? ? ? ? My mother put her hands upon my lips to stop me.
? ? ? ? 'It was never bewitching,' she said, laughing. 'It never could have been bewitching, Davy. Now I know it wasn't!'
? ? ? ? 'Yes, it was. "Bewitching Mrs. Copperfield",' I repeated stoutly. 'And, "pretty."'
? ? ? ? 'No, no, it was never pretty. Not pretty,' interposed my mother, laying her fingers on my lips again.
? ? ? ? 'Yes it was. "Pretty little widow."'
? ? ? ? 'What foolish, impudent creatures!' cried my mother, laughing and covering her face. 'What ridiculous men! An't they? Davy dear -'
? ? ? ? 'Well, Ma.'
? ? ? ? 'Don't tell Peggotty; she might be angry with them. I am dreadfully angry with them myself; but I would rather Peggotty didn't know.'
? ? ? ? I promised, of course; and we kissed one another over and over again, and I soon fell fast asleep.
? ? ? ? It seems to me, at this distance of time, as if it were the next day when Peggotty broached the striking and adventurous proposition I am about to mention; but it was probably about two months afterwards.
? ? ? ? We were sitting as before, one evening (when my mother was out as before), in company with the stocking and the yard-measure, and the bit of wax, and the box with St.
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