? ? ? ? It was Martha at the door. I saw her haggard, listening face distinctly. My dread was lest he should turn his head, and see her too.
? ? ? ? 'They would often put their children - particular their little girls,' said Mr. Peggotty, 'upon my knee; and many a time you might have seen me sitting at their doors, when night was coming in, a'most as if they'd been my Darling's children. Oh, my Darling!'
? ? ? ? Overpowered by sudden grief, he sobbed aloud. I laid my trembling hand upon the hand he put before his face. 'Thankee, sir,' he said, 'doen't take no notice.'
? ? ? ? In a very little while he took his hand away and put it on his breast, and went on with his story.
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