have　detailed　in　the　last　chapter。　My　aunt　was　deeply
  interested　in　them；　and　walked　up　and　down　the　room　with　her
  arms　folded；　for　more　than　two　hours　afterwards。　Whenever　she
  was　particularly　discomposed；　she　always　performed　one　of　these
  pedestrian　feats；　and　the　amount　of　her　discomposure　might
  always　be　estimated　by　the　duration　of　her　walk。　On　this　occasion
  she　was　so　much　disturbed　in　mind　as　to　find　it　necessary　to　open
  the　bedroom　door；　and　make　a　course　for　herself；　comprising　the
  full　extent　of　the　bedrooms　from　wall　to　wall；　and　while　Mr。　Dick
  and　I　sat　quietly　by　the　fire；　she　kept　passing　in　and　out；　along　this
  measured　track；　at　an　unchanging　pace；　with　the　regularity　of　a
  clock…pendulum。
  When　my　aunt　and　I　were　left　to　ourselves　by　Mr。　Dick’s　going
  out　to　bed；　I　sat　down　to　write　my　letter　to　the　two　old　ladies。　By
  that　time　she　was　tired　of　walking；　and　sat　by　the　fire　with　her
  dress　tucked　up　as　usual。　But　instead　of　sitting　in　her　usual
  manner；　holding　her　glass　upon　her　knee；　she　suffered　it　to　stand
  neglected　on　the　chimney…piece；　and；　resting　her　left　elbow　on　her
  right　arm；　and　her　chin　on　her　left　hand；　looked　thoughtfully　at
  me。　As　often　as　I　raised　my　eyes　from　what　I　was　about；　I　met　hers。
  ‘I　am　in　the　lovingest　of　tempers；　my　dear；’　she　would　assure　me
  with　a　nod；　‘but　I　am　fidgeted　and　sorry！’
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  I　had　been　too　busy　to　observe；　until　after　she　was　gone　to　bed；
  that　she　had　left　her　night…mixture；　as　she　always　called　it；
  untasted　on　the　chimney…piece。　She　came　to　her　door；　with　even
  more　than　her　usual　affection　of　manner；　when　I　knocked　to
  acquaint　her　with　this　discovery；　but　only　said；　‘I　have　not　the
  heart　to　take　it；　Trot；　tonight；’　and　shook　her　head；　and　went　in
  again。
  She　read　my　letter　to　the　two　old　ladies；　in　the　morning；　and
  approved　of　it。　I　posted　it；　and　had　nothing　to　do　then；　but　wait；　as
  patiently　as　I　could；　for　the　reply。　I　was　still　in　this　state　of
  expectation；　and　had　been；　for　nearly　a　week；　when　I　left　the
  Doctor’s　one　snowy　night；　to　walk　home。
  It　had　been　a　bitter　day；　and　a　cutting　north…east　wind　had
  blown　for　some　time。　The　wind　had　gone　down　with　the　light；　and
  so　the　snow　had　come　on。　It　was　a　heavy；　settled　fall；　I　recollect；　in
  great　flakes；　and　it　lay　thick。　The　noise　of　wheels　and　tread　of
  people　were　as　hushed；　as　if　the　streets　had　been　strewn　that
  depth　with　feathers。
  My　shortest　way　home；—and　I　naturally　took　the　shortest　way
  on　such　a　night—was　through　St。　Martin’s　Lane。　Now；　the　church
  which　gives　its　name　to　the　lane；　stood　in　a　less　free　situation　at
  that　time；　there　being　no　open　space　before　it；　and　the　lane
  winding　down　to　the　Strand。　As　I　passed　the　steps　of　the　portico；　I
  encountered；　at　the　corner；　a　woman’s　face。　It　looked　in　mine；
  passed　across　the　narrow　lane；　and　disappeared。　I　knew　it。　I　had
  seen　it　somewhere。　But　I　could　not　remember　where。　I　had　some
  association　with　it；　that　struck　upon　my　heart　directly；　but　I　was
  thinking　of　anything　else　when　it　came　upon　me；　and　was
  confused。
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  On　the　steps　of　the　church；　there　was　the　stooping　figure　of　a
  man；　who　had　put　down　some　burden　on　the　smooth　snow；　to
  adjust　it；　my　seeing　the　face；　and　my　seeing　him；　were
  simultaneous。　I　don’t　think　I　had　stopped　in　my　surprise；　but；　in
  any　case；　as　I　went　on；　he　rose；　turned；　and　came　down　towards
  me。　I　stood　face　to　face　with　Mr。　Peggotty！
  Then　I　remembered　the　woman。　It　was　Martha；　to　whom　Emily
  had　given　the　money　that　night　in　the　kitchen。　Martha　Endell—
  side　by　side　with　whom；　he　would　not　have　seen　his　dear　niece；
  Ham　had　told　me；　for　all　the　treasures　wrecked　in　the　sea。
  We　shook　hands　heartily。　At　first；　neither　of　us　could　speak　a
  word。
  ‘Mas’r　Davy！’　he　said；　gripping　me　tight；　‘it　do　my　art　good　to
  see　you；　sir。　Well　met；　well　met！’
  ‘Well　met；　my　dear　old　friend！’　said　I。
  ‘I　had　my　thowts　o’　coming　to　make　inquiration　for　you；　sir；
  tonight；’　he　said；　‘but　knowing　as　your　aunt　was　living　along　wi’
  you—fur　I’ve　been　down　yonder—Yarmouth　way—I　was　afeerd　it
  was　too　late。　I　should　have　come　early　in　the　morning；　sir；　afore
  going　away。’
  ‘Again？’　said　I。
  ‘Yes；　sir；’　he　replied；　patiently　shaking　his　head；　‘I’m　away
  tomorrow。’
  ‘Where　were　you　going　now？’　I　asked。
  ‘Well！’　he　replied；　shaking　the　snow　out　of　his　long　hair；　‘I　was
  a…going　to　turn　in　somewheers。’
  In　those　days　there　was　a　side…entrance　to　the　stable…yard　of　the
  Golden　Cross；　the　inn　so　memorable　to　me　in　connexion　with　his
  misfortune；　nearly　opposite　to　where　we　stood。　I　pointed　out　the
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  gateway；　put　my　arm　through　his；　and　we　went　across。　Two　or
  three　public…rooms　opened　out　of　the　stable…yard；　and　looking　into
  one　of　them；　and　finding　it　empty；　and　a　good　fire　burning；　I　took
  him　in　there。
  When　I　saw　him　in　the　light；　I　observed；　not　only　that　his　hair
  was　long　and　ragged；　but　that　his　face　was　burnt　dark　by　the　sun。
  He　was　greyer；　the　lines　in　his　face　and　forehead　were　deeper；　and
  he　had　every　appearance　of　having　toiled　and　wandered　through
  all　varieties　of　weather；　but　he　looked　very　strong；　and　like　a　man
  upheld　by　steadfastness　of　purpose；　whom　nothing　could　tire　out。
  He　shook　the　snow　from　his　hat　and　clothes；　and　brushed　it　away
  from　his　face；　while　I　was　inwardly　making　these　remarks。　As　he
  sat　down　opposite　to　me　at　a　table；　with　his　back　to　the　door　by
  which　we　had　entered；　he　put　out　his　rough　hand　again；　and
  grasped　mine　warmly。
  ‘I’ll　tell　you；　Mas’r　Davy；’　he　said；—‘wheer　all　I’ve　been；　and
  what…all　we’ve　heerd。　I’ve　been　fur；　and　we’ve　heerd　little；　but　I’ll
  tell　you！’
  I　rang　the　bell　for　something　hot　to　drink。　He　would　have
  nothing　stronger　than　ale；　and　while　it　was　being　brought；　and
  being　warmed　at　the　fire；　he　sat　thinking。　There　was　a　fine；
  massive　gravity　in　his　face；　I　did　not　venture　to　disturb。
  ‘When　she　was　a　child；’　he　said；　lifting　up　his　head　soon　after　we
  were　left　alone；　‘she　used　to　talk　to　me　a　deal　about　the　sea；　and
  about　them　coasts　where　the　sea　got　to　be　dark　blue；　and　to　lay　a…
  shining　and　a…shining　in　the　sun。　I　thowt；　odd　times；　as　her　father
  being　drownded　made　her　think　on　it　so　much。　I　doen’t　know；　you
  see；　but　maybe　she　believed—or　hoped—he　had　drifted　out　to
  them　parts；　where　the　flowers　is　always　a…blowing；　and　the
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  country　bright。’
  ‘It　is　likely　to　have　been　a　childish　fancy；’　I　replied。
  ‘When　she　was—lost；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；　‘I　know’d　in　my　mind；
  as　he　would　take　her　to　them　countries。　I　know’d　in　my　mind；　as
  he’d　have　told　her　wonders　of　’em；　and　how　she　was　to　be　a　lady
  theer；　and　how　he　got　her　to　listen　to　him　fust；　along　o’　sech　like。
  When　we　see　his　mother；　I　know’d　quite　well　as　I　was　right。　I　went
  across…channel　to　France；　and　landed　theer；　as　if　I’d　fell　down
  from　the　sky。’
  I　saw　the　door　move；　and　the　snow　drift　in。　I　saw　it　move　a　little
  more；　and　a　hand　softly　interpose　to　keep　it　open。
  ‘I　found　out　an　English　gen’leman　as　was　in　authority；’　said　Mr。
  Peggotty；　‘and　told　him　I　was　a…going　to　seek　my　niece。　He　got　me
  them　papers　as　I　wanted　fur　to　carry　me　through—I　doen’t　rightly
  know　how　they’re　called—and　he　would　have　give　me　money；　but
  that　I　was　thankful　to　have　no　need　on。　I　thank　him　kind；　for　all　he
  done；　I’m　sure！　“I’ve　wrote　afore　you；”　he　says　to　me；　“and　I　shall
  speak　to　many　as　will　come　that　way；　and　many　will　know　you；　fur
  distant　from　here；　when　you’re　a…travelling　alone。”　I　told　him；　best
  as　I　was　able；　what　my　gratitoode　was；　and　went　away　through
  France。’
  ‘Alone；　and　on　foot？’　said　I。
  ‘Mostly　a…foot；’　he　rejoined；　‘sometimes　in　carts　along　with
  people　going　to　market；　sometimes　in　empty　coaches。　Many　mile　a
  day　a…foot；　and　often　with　some　poor　soldier　or　another；　travelling
  to　see　his　friends。　I　couldn’t　talk　to　him；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；　‘nor　he
  to　me；　but　we　was　company　for　one　another；　too；　along　the　dusty
  roads。’
  I　should　have　known　that　by　his　friendly　tone。
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  ‘When　I　come　to　any　town；’　he　pursued；　‘I　found　the　inn；　and
  waited　about　the　yard　till　someone　turned　up　（someone　mostly
  did）　as　know’d　English。　Then　I　told　how　that　I　was　on　my　way　to
  seek　my　niece；　and　they　told　me　what　manner　of　gentlefolks　was　in
  the　house；　and　I　waited　to　see　any　as　seemed　like　her；　going　in　or
  out。　When　it　warn’t　Em’ly；　I　went　on　agen。　By　little　and　little；　when
  I　come　to　a　new　village　or　that；　among　the　poor　people；　I　found
  they　know’d　about　me。　They　would　set　me　down　at　their　cottage
  doors；　and　give　me　what…not　fur　to　eat　and　drink；　and　show　me
  where　to　sleep；　and　many　a　woman；　Mas’r　Davy；　as　has　had　a
  daughter　of　about　Em’ly’s　age；　I’ve　found　a…waiting　fur　me；　at　Our
  Saviour’s