daughter　of　about　Em’ly’s　age；　I’ve　found　a…waiting　fur　me；　at　Our
  Saviour’s　Cross　outside　the　village；　fur　to　do　me　sim’lar
  kindnesses。　Some　has　had　daughters　as　was　dead。　And　God　only
  knows　how　good　them　mothers　was　to　me！’
  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。　‘They　often　walked　with　me；’
  he　said；　‘in　the　morning；　maybe　a　mile　or　two　upon　my　road；　and
  when　we　parted；　and　I　said；　“I’m　very　thankful　to　you！　God　bless
  you！”　they　always　seemed　to　understand；　and　answered　pleasant。
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  At　last　I　come　to　the　sea。　It　warn’t　hard；　you　may　suppose；　for　a
  seafaring　man　like　me　to　work　his　way　over　to　Italy。　When　I　got
  theer；　I　wandered　on　as　I　had　done　afore。　The　people　was　just　as
  good　to　me；　and　I　should　have　gone　from　town　to　town；　maybe　the
  country　through；　but　that　I　got　news　of　her　being　seen　among
  them　Swiss　mountains　yonder。　One　as　know’d　his　servant　see　’em
  there；　all　three；　and　told　me　how　they　travelled；　and　where　they
  was。　I　made　fur　them　mountains；　Mas’r　Davy；　day　and　night。　Ever
  so　fur　as　I　went；　ever　so　fur　the　mountains　seemed　to　shift　away
  from　me。　But　I　come　up　with　’em；　and　I　crossed　’em。　When　I　got
  nigh　the　place　as　I　had　been　told　of；　I　began　to　think　within　my
  own　self；　“What　shall　I　do　when　I　see　her？”‘
  The　listening　face；　insensible　to　the　inclement　night；　still
  drooped　at　the　door；　and　the　hands　begged　me—prayed　me—not
  to　cast　it　forth。
  ‘I　never　doubted　her；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty。　‘No！　Not　a　bit！　On’y　let
  her　see　my　face—on’y　let　her　beer　my　voice—on’y　let　my　stanning
  still　afore　her　bring　to　her　thoughts　the　home　she　had　fled　away
  from；　and　the　child　she　had　been—and　if　she　had　growed　to　be　a
  royal　lady；　she’d　have　fell　down　at　my　feet！　I　know’d　it　well！　Many
  a　time　in　my　sleep　had　I　heerd　her　cry　out；　“Uncle！”　and　seen　her
  fall　like　death　afore　me。　Many　a　time　in　my　sleep　had　I　raised　her
  up；　and　whispered　to　her；　“Em’ly；　my　dear；　I　am　come　fur　to　bring
  forgiveness；　and　to　take　you　home！”‘
  He　stopped　and　shook　his　head；　and　went　on　with　a　sigh。
  ‘He　was　nowt　to　me　now。　Em’ly　was　all。　I　bought　a　country
  dress　to　put　upon　her；　and　I　know’d　that；　once　found；　she　would
  walk　beside　me　over　them　stony　roads；　go　where　I　would；　and
  never；　never；　leave　me　more。　To　put　that　dress　upon　her；　and　to
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  cast　off　what　she　wore—to　take　her　on　my　arm　again；　and　wander
  towards　home—to　stop　sometimes　upon　the　road；　and　heal　her
  bruised　feet　and　her　worse…bruised　heart—was　all　that　I　thowt　of
  now。　I　doen’t　believe　I　should　have　done　so　much　as　look　at　him。
  But；　Mas’r　Davy；　it　warn’t　to　be—not　yet！　I　was　too　late；　and　they
  was　gone。　Wheer；　I　couldn’t　learn。　Some　said　beer；　some　said
  theer。　I　travelled　beer；　and　I　travelled　theer；　but　I　found　no　Em’ly；
  and　I　travelled　home。’
  ‘How　long　ago？’　I　asked。
  ‘A　matter　o’　fower　days；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty。　‘I　sighted　the　old
  boat　arter　dark；　and　the　light　a…shining　in　the　winder。　When　I
  come　nigh　and　looked　in　through　the　glass；　I　see　the　faithful
  creetur　Missis　Gummidge　sittin’　by　the　fire；　as　we　had　fixed　upon；
  alone。　I　called　out；　“Doen’t　be　afeerd！　It’s　Dan’l！”　and　I　went　in。　I
  never　could　have　thowt　the　old　boat　would　have　been　so　strange！’
  From　some　pocket　in　his　breast；　he　took　out；　with　a　very　careful
  hand　a　small　paper　bundle　containing　two　or　three　letters　or　little
  packets；　which　he　laid　upon　the　table。　‘This　fust　one　come；’　he
  said；　selecting　it　from　the　rest；　‘afore　I　had　been　gone　a　week。　A
  fifty　pound　Bank　note；　in　a　sheet　of　paper；　directed　to　me；　and　put
  underneath　the　door　in　the　night。　She　tried　to　hide　her　writing；
  but　she　couldn’t　hide　it　from　Me！’
  He　folded　up　the　note　again；　with　great　patience　and　care；　in
  exactly　the　same　form；　and　laid　it　on　one　side。
  ‘This　come　to　Missis　Gummidge；’　he　said；　opening　another；　‘two
  or　three　months　ago。’After　looking　at　it　for　some　moments；　he　gave
  it　to　me；　and　added　in　a　low　voice；　‘Be　so　good　as　read　it；　sir。’
  I　read　as　follows：
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  ‘Oh　what　will　you　feel　when　you　see　this　writing；　and
  know　it　comes　from　my　wicked　hand！　But　try；　try—not
  for　my　sake；　but　for　uncle’s　goodness；　try　to　let　your
  heart　soften　to　me；　only　for　a　little　little　time！　Try；　pray
  do；　to　relent　towards　a　miserable　girl；　and　write　down
  on　a　bit　of　paper　whether　he　is　well；　and　what　he　said
  about　me　before　you　left　off　ever　naming　me　among
  yourselves—and　whether；　of　a　night；　when　it　is　my　old
  time　of　coming　home；　you　ever　see　him　look　as　if　he
  thought　of　one　he　used　to　love　so　dear。　Oh；　my　heart　is
  breaking　when　I　think　about　it！　I　am　kneeling　down　to
  you；　begging　and　praying　you　not　to　be　as　hard　with　me
  as　I　deserve—as　I　well；　well；　know　I　deserve—but　to　be
  so　gentle　and　so　good；　as　to　write　down　something　of
  him；　and　to　send　it　to　me。　You　need　not　call　me　Little；
  you　need　not　call　me　by　the　name　I　have　disgraced；　but
  oh；　listen　to　my　agony；　and　have　mercy　on　me　so　far　as
  to　write　me　some　word　of　uncle；　never；　never　to　be　seen
  in　this　world　by　my　eyes　again！
  ‘Dear；　if　your　heart　is　hard　towards　me—justly　hard；　I
  know—but；　listen；　if　it　is　hard；　dear；　ask　him　I　have
  wronged　the　most—him　whose　wife　I　was　to　have
  been—before　you　quite　decide　against　my　poor　poor
  prayer！　If　he　should　be　so　compassionate　as　to　say　that
  you　might　write　something　for　me　to　read—I　think　he
  would；　oh；　I　think　he　would；　if　you　would　only　ask　him；
  for　he　always　was　so　brave　and　so　forgiving—tell　him
  then　（but　not　else）；　that　when　I　hear　the　wind　blowing
  at　night；　I　feel　as　if　it　was　passing　angrily　from　seeing
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  him　and　uncle；　and　was　going　up　to　God　against　me。
  Tell　him　that　if　I　was　to　die　tomorrow　（and　oh；　if　I　was
  fit；　I　would　be　so　glad　to　die！）　I　would　bless　him　and
  uncle　with　my　last　words；　and　pray　for　his　happy　home
  with　my　last　breath！’
  Some　money　was　enclosed　in　this　letter　also。　Five　pounds。　It
  was　untouched　like　the　previous　sum；　and　he　refolded　it　in　the
  same　way。　Detailed　instructions　were　added　relative　to　the
  address　of　a　reply；　which；　although　they　betrayed　the　intervention
  of　several　hands；　and　made　it　difficult　to　arrive　at　any　very
  probable　conclusion　in　reference　to　her　place　of　concealment；
  made　it　at　least　not　unlikely　that　she　had　written　from　that　spot
  where　she　was　stated　to　have　been　seen。
  ‘What　answer　was　sent？’　I　inquired　of　Mr。　Peggotty。
  ‘Missis　Gummidge；’　he　returned；　‘not　being　a　good　scholar；　sir；
  Ham　kindly　drawed　it　out；　and　she　made　a　copy　on　it。　They　told
  her　I　was　gone　to　seek　her；　and　what　my　parting　words　was。’
  ‘Is　that　another　letter　in　your　hand？’　said　I。
  ‘It’s　money；　sir；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty；　unfolding　it　a　little　way。　‘Ten
  pound；　you　see。　And　wrote　inside；　“From　a　true　friend；”　like　the
  fust。　But　the　fust　was　put　underneath　the　door；　and　this　come　by
  the　post；　day　afore　yesterday。　I’m　a…going　to　seek　her　at　the　postmark。’
  He　showed　it　to　me。　It　was　a　town　on　the　Upper　Rhine。　He　had
  found　out；　at　Yarmouth；　some　foreign　dealers　who　knew　that
  country；　and　they　had　drawn　him　a　rude　map　on　paper；　which　he
  could　very　well　understand。　He　laid　it　between　us　on　the　table；
  and；　with　his　chin　resting　on　one　hand；　tracked　his　course　upon　it
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  with　the　other。
  I　asked　him　how　Ham　was？　He　shook　his　head。
  ‘He　works；’　he　said；　‘as　bold　as　a　man　can。　His　name’s　as　good；
  in　all　that　part；　as　any　man’s　is；　anywheres　in　the　wureld。　Anyone’s
  hand　is　ready　to　help　him；　you　understand；　and　his　is　ready　to　help
  them。　He’s　never　been　heerd　fur　to　complain。　But　my　sister’s
  belief　is　（’twixt　ourselves）　as　it　has　cut　him　deep。’
  ‘Poor　fellow；　I　can　believe　it！’
  ‘He　ain’t　no　care；　Mas’r　Davy；’　said　Mr。　Peggotty　in　a　solemn
  whisper—‘kinder　no　care　no…how　for　his　life。　When　a　man’s
  wanted　for　rough　sarvice　in　rough　weather；　he’s　theer。　When
  there’s　hard　duty　to　be　done　with　danger　in　it；　he　steps　for’ard
  afore　all　his　mates。　And　yet　he’s　as　gentle　as　any　child。　There　ain’t
  a　child　in　Yarmouth　that　doen’t　know　him。’
  He　gathered　up　the　letters　thoughtfully；　smoothing　them　with
  his　hand；　put　them　into　their　little　bun