? ? ? ? So long as she remained in this condition, Mr. Barkis gave no sign of life whatever. He sat in his usual place and attitude like a great stuffed figure. But when she began to look about her, and to speak to me, he nodded his head and grinned several times. I have not the least notion at whom, or what he meant by it.
? ? ? ? 'It's a beautiful day, Mr. Barkis!' I said, as an act of politeness.
? ? ? ? 'It ain't bad,' said Mr. Barkis, who generally qualified his speech, and rarely committed himself.
? ? ? ? 'Peggotty is quite comfortable now, Mr. Barkis,' I remarked, for his satisfaction.
? ? ? ? 'Is she, though?' said Mr. Barkis.
? ? ? ? After reflecting about it, with a sagacious air, Mr. Barkis eyed her, and said:
? ? ? ? 'ARE you pretty comfortable?'
? ? ? ? Peggotty laughed, and answered in the affirmative.
? ? ? ? 'But really and truly, you know. Are you?' growled Mr. Barkis, sliding nearer to her on the seat, and nudging her with his elbow. 'Are you? Really and truly pretty comfortable? Are you? Eh?'
? ? ? ? At each of these inquiries Mr.
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