? ? ? ? 'Pretty,' suggested Peggotty.
? ? ? ? 'Well,' returned my mother, half laughing, 'and if she is so silly as to say so, can I be blamed for it?'
? ? ? ? 'No one says you can,' said Peggotty.
? ? ? ? 'No, I should hope not, indeed!' returned my mother. 'Haven't you heard her say, over and over again, that on this account she wished to spare me a great deal of trouble, which she thinks I am not suited for, and which I really don't know myself that I AM suited for; and isn't she up early and late, and going to and fro continually - and doesn't she do all sorts of things, and grope into all sorts of places, coal-holes and pantries and I don't know where, that can't be very agreeable - and do you mean to insinuate that there is not a sort of devotion in that?'
? ? ? ? 'I don't insinuate at all,' said Peggotty.
? ? ? ? 'You do, Peggotty,' returned my mother. 'You never do anything else, except your work. You are always insinuating. You revel in it. And when you talk of Mr. Murdstone's good intentions -'
? ? ? ? 'I never talked of 'em,' said Peggotty.
? ? ? ? 'No, Peggotty,' returned my mother, 'but you insinuated. That's what I told you just now.
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