? ? ? ? 'Little Em'ly,' I said, glancing at her. 'She is your daughter, isn't she, Mr. Peggotty?'
? ? ? ? 'No, sir. My brother-in-law, Tom, was her father.'
? ? ? ? I couldn't help it. '- Dead, Mr. Peggotty?' I hinted, after another respectful silence.
? ? ? ? 'Drowndead,' said Mr. Peggotty.
? ? ? ? I felt the difficulty of resuming the subject, but had not got to the bottom of it yet, and must get to the bottom somehow. So I said:
? ? ? ? 'Haven't you ANY children, Mr. Peggotty?'
? ? ? ? 'No, master,' he answered with a short laugh. 'I'm a bacheldore.'
? ? ? ? 'A bachelor!' I said, astonished. 'Why, who's that, Mr. Peggotty?' pointing to the person in the apron who was knitting.
? ? ? ? 'That's Missis Gummidge,' said Mr. Peggotty.
? ? ? ? 'Gummidge, Mr. Peggotty?'
? ? ? ? But at this point Peggotty - I mean my own peculiar Peggotty - made such impressive motions to me not to ask any more questions, that I could only sit and look at all the silent company, until it was time to go to bed.
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