? ? ? ? I replied yes, and he soon appeared.
? ? ? ? 'Mas'r Davy,' he said, when we had shaken hands, 'I giv Em'ly your letter, sir, and she writ this heer; and begged of me fur to ask you to read it, and if you see no hurt in't, to be so kind as take charge on't.'
? ? ? ? 'Have you read it?' said I.
? ? ? ? He nodded sorrowfully. I opened it, and read as follows:
? ? ? ? 'I have got your message. Oh, what can I write, to thank you for your good and blessed kindness to me!
? ? ? ? 'I have put the words close to my heart. I shall keep them till I die. They are sharp thorns, but they are such comfort. I have prayed over them, oh, I have prayed so much. When I find what you are, and what uncle is, I think what God must be, and can cry to him.
? ? ? ? 'Good-bye for ever. Now, my dear, my friend, good-bye for ever in this world. In another world, if I am forgiven, I may wake a child and come to you. All thanks and blessings. Farewell, evermore.'
? ? ? ? This, blotted with tears, was the letter.
? ? ? ? 'May I tell her as you doen't see no hurt in't, and as you'll be so kind as take charge on't, Mas'r Davy?' said Mr. Peggotty, when I had read it. 'Unquestionably,' said I - 'but I am thinking -'
? ? ? ? 'Yes, Mas'r Davy?'
? ? ? ? 'I am thinking,' said I, 'that I'll go down again to Yarmouth.
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