IT was yet early in the morning of the following day, when, as I was walking in my garden with my aunt (who took little other exercise now being so much in attendance on my dear Dora), I was told that Mr. Peggotty desired to speak with me. He came into the garden to meet me half-way, on my going towards the gate; and bared his head, as it was always his custom to do when he saw my aunt, for whom he had a high respect. I had been telling her all that had happened overnight. Without saying a word, she walked up with a cordial face, shook hands with him, and patted him on the arm. It was so expressively done, that she had no need to say a word. Mr. Peggotty understood her quite as well as if she had said a thousand.
Not along of my being heer, maam, I hope? said Mr. Peggotty. Unless my wits is gone a bahds neezingby which Mr. Peggotty meant to say, birds-nestingthis morning, tis along of me as youre going to quit us?
So, she drew her arm through Mr. Peggottys, and walked with him to a leafy little summer-house there was at the bottom of the garden, where she sat down on a bench, and I beside her. There was a seat for Mr. Peggotty too, but he preferred to stand, leaning his hand on the small rustic table. As he stood, looking at his cap for a little while before beginning to speak, I could not help observing what power and force of character his sinewy hand expressed, and what a good and trusty companion it was to his honest brow and iron-grey hair.
I took my dear child away last night, Mr. Peggotty began, as he raised his eyes to ours, to my lodgings, wheer I have a long time been expecting of her and preparing for her. It was hours afore she knowed me right; and when she did, she kneeled down at my feet, and kiender said to me, as if it was her prayers, how it all come to be. You may believe me, when I heerd her voice, as I had heerd at home so playfuland see her humbled, as it might be in the dust our Saviour wrote in with His blessed handI felt a wownd go to my art, in the midst of all its thankfulness.
It warnt for long as I felt that; for she was found. I had ony to think as she was found, and it was gone. I doent know why I do so much as mention it now, Im sure. I didnt have it in my mind a minute ago, to say a word about myself; but it come up so natral, that I yielded to it afore I was aweer.
Mr. Peggotty, with the shadows of the leaves playing athwart his face, made a surprised inclination of the head towards my aunt, as an acknowledgment of her good opinion; then, took up the thread he had relinquished.
When my Emly took flight, he said, in stern wrath for the moment, from the house wheer she was made a prisner by that theer spotted snake as Masr Davy see,and his storys trew, and may GOD confound him!she took flight in the night. It was a dark night, with a many stars a shining. She was wild. She ran along the sea beach, believing the old boat was theer; and calling out to us to turn away our faces, for she was a coming by. She heerd herself a crying out, like as if it was another person; and cut herself on them sharp-pinted stones and rocks, and felt it no more than if she had been rock herself. Ever so fur she ran, and there was fire afore her eyes, and roarings in her ears. Of a suddenor so she thowt, you unnerstandthe day broke, wet and windy, and she was lying blow a heap of stone upon the shore, and a woman was a speaking to her, saying, in the language of that country, what was it as had gone so much amiss?
He saw everything he related. It passed before him, as he spoke, so vividly, that, in the intensity of his earnestness, he presented what he described to me, with greater distinctness than I can express. I can hardly believe, writing now long afterwards, but that I was actually present in these scenes; they are impressed upon me with such an astonishing air of fidelity.
As Emlys eyeswhich was heavysee this woman better, Mr. Peggotty went on, she knowd as she was one of them as she had often talked to on the beach. Fur, though she had run (as I have said) ever so fur in the night, she had oftentimes wandered long ways, partly afoot, partly in boats and carriages, and knowd all that country, long the coast, miles and miles. She hadnt no children of her own, this woman, being a young wife; but she was a looking to have one afore long. And may my prayers go up to Heaven that twill be a happness to her, and a comfort, and a honour, all her life! May it love her and be dootiful to her, in her old age; helpful of her at the last; a Angel to her heer, and heerafter!
She had been summat timorous and down, said Mr. Peggotty, and had sat, at first, a little way off, at her spinning, or such work as it was, when Emly talked to the children. But Emly had took notice of her, and had gone and spoke to her; and as the young woman was partial to the children herself, they had soon made friends. Sermuchser, that when Emly went that way, she always giv Emly flowers. This was her as now asked what it was that had gone so much amiss. Emly told her, and shetook her home. She did indeed. She took her home, said Mr. Peggotty, covering his face.
It was a little cottage, you may suppose, he said, presently, but she found space for Emly in it,her husband was away at sea,and she kep it secret, and prevailed upon such neighbours as she had (they was not many near) to keep it secret too. Emly was took bad with fever, and, what is very strange to me is,maybe tis not so strange to scholars,the language of that country went out of her head, and she could only speak her own, that no one unnerstood. She recollects, as if she had dreamed it, that she lay there, always a talking her own tongue, always believing as the old boat was round the next pint in the bay, and begging and imploring of em to send theer and tell how she was dying, and bring back a message of forgiveness, if it was ony a wured. Amost the whole time, she thowt,now, that him as I made mention on just now was lurking for her unnerneath the winder: now, that him as had brought her to this was in the room,and cried to the good young woman not to give her up, and knowd, at the same time, that she couldnt unnerstand, and dreaded that she must be took away. Likewise the fire was afore her eyes, and the roarings in her ears; and there was no to-day, nor yesterday, nor yet to-morrow; but everything in her life as ever had been, or as ever could be, and everything as never had been, and as never could be, was a crowding on her all at once, and nothing clear nor welcome, and yet she sang and laughed about it! How long this lasted, I doent know; but then there come a sleep; and in that sleep, from being a many times stronger than her own self, she fell into the weakness of the littlest child.
It was a pleasant arternoon when she awoke; and so quiet, that there warnt a sound but the rippling of that blue sea without a tide, upon the shore. It was her belief, at first, that she was at home upon a Sunday morning; but, the vine leaves as she see at the winder, and the hills beyond, warnt home, and contradicted of her. Then, come in her friend, to watch alongside of her bed; and then she knowd as the old boat warnt round that next pint in the bay no more, but was fur off; and knowd where she was, and why; and broke out a crying on that good young womans bosom, wheer I hope her baby is a lying now, a cheering of her with its pretty eyes!
That done my Emly good, he resumed, after such emotion as I could not behold without sharing in; and as to my aunt, she wept with all her heart; that done Emly good, and she begun to mend. But, the language of that country was quite gone from her, and she was forced to make signs. So she went on, getting better from day to day, slow, but sure, and trying to learn the names of common thingsnames as she seemed never to have heerd in all her lifetill one evening come, when she was a setting at her window, looking at a little girl at play upon the beach. And of a sudden this child held out her hand, and said, what would be in English, Fishermans daughter, heres a shell!for you are to unnerstand that they used at first to call her Pretty lady, as the general way in that country is, and that she had taught em to call her Fishermans daughter, instead. The child says of a sudden, Fishermans daughter, heres a shell! Then Emly unnerstands her; and she answers, bursting out a crying; and it all comes back!
When Emly got strong again, said Mr. Peggotty, after another short interval of silence, she cast about to leave that good young creetur, and get to her own country. The husband was come home, then; and the two together put her aboard a small trader bound to Leghorn, and from that to France. She had a little money, but it was less than little as they would take for all they done. Im amost glad on it, though they was so poor! What they done, is laid up wheer neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and wheer thieves do not break through nor steal. Masr Davy, itll outlast all the treasure in the wureld.
Emly got to France, and took service to wait on travelling ladies at a inn in the port. Theer, theer come, one day, that snake.Let him never come nigh me. I doent know what hurt I might do him!Soon as she see him, without him seeing her, all her fear and wildness returned upon her, and she fled afore the very breath he drawd. She come to England; and was set ashore at Dover.
I doent know, said Mr. Peggotty, for sure, when her art begun to fail her; but all the way to England she had thowt to come to her dear home. Soon as she got to England she turned her face towrds it. But, fear of not being forgiv, fear of being pinted at, fear of some of us being dead along of her, fear of many things, turned her from it, kiender by force, upon the road: Uncle, uncle, she says to me, the fear of not being worthy to do, what my torn and bleeding breast so longed to do, was the most frightning fear of all! I turned back, when my art was full of prayers that I might crawl to the old doorstep, in the night, kiss it, lay my wicked face upon it, and theer be found dead in the morning.
She come, said Mr. Peggotty, dropping his voice to an awe-stricken whisper, to London. Sheas had never seen it in her lifealonewithout a pennyyoungso prettycome to London. Amost the moment as she lighted heer, all so desolate, she found (as she believed) a friend; a decent woman as spoke to her about the needlework as she had been brought up to do, about finding plenty of it fur her, about a lodging for the night, and making secret inquiration concerning of me and all at home, tomorrow. When my child, he said aloud, and with an energy of gratitude that shook him from head to foot, stood upon the brink of more than I can say or think onMartha, trew to her promise, saved her!
Masr Davy! he said, gripping my hand in that strong hand of his, it was you as first made mention of her to me. I thankee, Sir! She was arnest. She had knowd of her bitter knowledge wheer to watch and what to do. She had done it. And the Lord was above all! She come, white and hurried, upon Emly in her sleep. She says to her, Rise up from worse than death, and come with me! Them belonging to the house would have stopped her, but they might as soon have stopped the sea. Stand away from me, she says, I am a ghost that calls her from beside her open grave! She told Emly she had seen me; and knowd I loved her, and forgiv her. She wrapped her, hasty, in her clothes. She took her, faint and trembling, on her arm. She heeded no more what they said, than if she had had no ears. She walked among em with my child, minding only her; and brought her safe out, in the dead of the night, from that black pit of ruin!
She attended on Emly, said Mr. Peggotty, who had released my hand, and put his own hand on his heaving chest; she attended to my Emly, lying wearied out, and wandering betwixt whiles, till late next day. Then she went in search of me; then in search of you, Masr Davy. She didnt tell Emly what she come out fur, lest her art should fail, and she should think of hiding of herself. How the cruel lady knowd of her being theer, I cant say. Whether him as I have spoke so much of, chanced to see em going theer, or whether (which is most like, to my thinking) he had heerd it from the woman, I doent greatly ask myself. My niece is found.
All night long, said Mr. Peggotty, we have been together, Emly and me. Tis little (considering the time) as she has said, in wureds, through them broken-hearted tears; tis less as I have seen of her dear face, as growd into a womans at my hearth. But, all night long, her arms has been about my neck; and her head has laid heer; and we knows full well, as we can put our trust in one another, ever more.
It was a gleam of light upon me, Trot, said my aunt, drying her eyes, when I formed the resolution of being godmother to your sister Betsey Trotwood, who disappointed me; but, next to that, hardly anything would have given me greater pleasure, than to be godmother to that good young creatures baby!
Mr. Peggotty nodded his understanding of my aunts feelings, but could not trust himself with any verbal reference to the subject of her commendation. We all remained silent, and occupied with our own reflections (my aunt drying her eyes, and now sobbing convulsively, and now laughing and calling herself a fool); until I spoke.
I was down at the Docks early this morning, Sir, he returned, to get information concerning of them ships. In about six weeks or two months from now, therell be one sailingI see her this morningwent aboardand we shall take our passage in her.
Ay, Masr Davy! he returned. My sister, you see, shes that fond of you and yourn, and that accustomed to think ony of her own country, that it wouldnt be hardly fair to let her go. Besides which, theers one she has in charge, Masr Davy, as doent ought to be forgot.
My good sister takes care of his house, you see, maam, and he takes kindly to her, Mr. Peggotty explained for my aunts better information. Hell set and talk to her, with a calm spirit, wen its like he couldnt bring himself to open his lips to another. Poor fellow! said Mr. Peggotty, shaking his head, theers not so much left of him, that he could spare the little as he has!
Well, Ive had a mort of consideration, I do tell you, returned Mr. Peggotty, with a perplexed look which gradually cleared as he went on, concerning of Missis Gummidge. You see, wen Missis Gummidge falls a thinking of the old un, she ant what you may call good company. Betwixt you and me, Masr Davyand you, maamwen Missis Gummidge takes to wimicking, our old county word for crying,shes liable to be considered to be, by them as didnt know the old un, peevish-like. Now I did know the old un, said Mr. Peggotty, and I knowd his merits, so I unnerstan her; but tant entirely so, you see, with othersnatrally cant be!
Wheerby, said Mr. Peggotty, my sister mightI doent say she would, but mightfind Missis Gummidge give her a leetle trouble now-and-again. Theerfur tant my intentions to moor Missis Gummidge long with them, but to find a Bein fur her wheer she can fisherate for herself. (A Bein signifies, in that dialect, a home, and to fisherate is to provide.) Fur which purpose, said Mr. Peggotty, I means to make her a lowance afore I go, asll leave her pretty comfortble. Shes the faithfullest of creeturs. Tant to be expected, of course, at her time of life, and being lone and lorn, as the good old mawther is to be knocked about aboardship, and in the woods and wilds of a new and fur-away country. So thats what Im a going to do with her.
Emly, he continued, will keep along with mepoor child, shes sore in need of peace and rest!until such time as we goes upon our voyage. Shell work at them clothes, as must be made; and I hope her troubles will begin to seem longer ago than they was, wen she finds herself once more by her rough but loving uncle.
Theers one thing furder, Masr Davy, said he, putting his hand in his breast-pocket, and gravely taking out the little paper bundle I had seen before, which he unrolled on the table. Theers these heer bank-notesfifty pound, and ten. To them I wish to add the money as she come away with. Ive asked her about that (but not saying why), and have added of it up; I ant a scholar. Would you be so kind as see how tis?
Thankee, Sir, he said, taking it back. This money, if you doent see objections, Masr Davy, I shall put up jest afore I go, in a cover drected to him; and put that up in another, drected to his mother. I shall tell her, in no more wureds than I speak to you, what its the price on; and that Im gone, and past receiving of it back.
I said that theer was ony one thing furder, he proceeded with a grave smile, when he had made up his little bundle again, and put it in his pocket; but theer was two. I warnt sure in my mind, wen I come out this morning, as I could go and break to Ham, of my own self, what had so thankfully happened. So I writ a letter while I was out, and put it in the post-office, telling em how all was as tis, and that I should come down to-morrow to unload my mind of what little needs a doing of down theer, and, mostlike, take my farewell leave of Yarmouth.
My little Dora being in good spirits, and very desirous that I should goas I found on talking it over with herI readily pledged myself to accompany him in accordance with his wish. Next morning, consequently, we were on the Yarmouth coach, and again travelling over the old ground.
As we passed along the familiar street at nightMr. Peggotty, in despite of all my remonstrances, carrying my bagI glanced into Omer and Jorams shop, and saw my old friend Mr. Omer there, smoking his pipe. I felt reluctant to be present, when Mr. Peggotty first met his sister and Ham; and made Mr. Omer my excuse for lingering behind.
I should get up, Sir, to acknowledge such an honour as this visit, said he, only my limbs are rather out of sorts, and I am wheeled about. With the exception of my limbs and my breath, howsever, I am as hearty as a man can be, Im thankful to say.
Its an ingenious thing, aint it? he inquired, following the direction of my glance, and polishing the elbow with his arm. It runs as light as a feather, and tracks as true as a mail-coach. Bless you, my little Minniemy grand-daughter you know, Minnies childputs her little strength against the back, gives it a shove, and away we go, as clever and merry as ever you see anything! And I tell you whatits a most uncommon chair to smoke a pipe in.
I never saw such a good old fellow to make the best of a thing, and find out the enjoyment of it, as Mr. Omer. He was as radiant, as if his chair, his asthma, and the failure of his limbs, were the various branches of a great invention for enhancing the luxury of a pipe.
I see more of the world, I can assure you, said Mr. Omer, in this chair, than ever I see out of it. Youd be surprised at the number of people that looks in of a day to have a chat. You really would! Theres twice as much in the newspaper, since Ive taken to this chair, as there used to be. As to general reading, dear me, what a lot of it I do get through! Thats what I feel so strong, you know! If it had been my eyes, what should I have done? If it had been my eyes, what should I have done? Being my limbs, what does it signify? Why, my limbs only made my breath shorter when I used em. And now, if I want to go out into the street or down to the sands, Ive only got to call Dick, Jorams youngest prentice, and away I go in my own carriage, like the Lord Mayor of London.
And since Ive took to general reading, youve took to general writing, eh, Sir? said Mr. Omer, surveying me admiringly. What a lovely work that was of yours! What expressions in it! I read it every wordevery word. And as to feeling sleepy! Not at all!
I give you my word and honour, Sir, said Mr. Omer, that when I lay that book upon the table, and look at it outside; compact in three separate and indiwidual wollumesone, two, three; I am as proud as Punch to think that I once had the honour of being connected with your family. And dear me, its a long time ago, now, aint it? Over at Blunderstone. With a pretty little party laid along with the other party. And you quite a small party then, yourself. Dear, dear!
I changed the subject by referring to Emily. After assuring him that I did not forget how interested he had always been in her, and how kindly he had always treated her, I gave him a general account of her restoration to her uncle by the aid of Martha; which I knew would please the old man. He listened with the utmost attention, and said, feelingly, when I had done:
You touch a point that my thoughts have been dwelling on since yesterday, said I, but on which I can give you no information yet, Mr. Omer. Mr. Peggotty has not alluded to it, and I have a delicacy in doing so. I am sure he has not forgotten it. He forgets nothing that is disinterested and good.
Because you know, said Mr Omer, taking himself up, where he had left off, whatever is done, I should wish to be a member of. Put me down for anything you may consider right, and let me know. I never could think the girl all bad, and I am glad to find shes not. So will my daughter Minnie be. Young women are contradictory creatures in some thingsher mother was just the same as herbut their hearts are soft and kind. Its all show with Minnie, about Martha. Why she should consider it necessary to make any show, I dont undertake to tell you. But its all show, bless you. Shed do her any kindness in private. So, put me down for whatever you may consider right, will you be so good? and drop me a line where to forward it. Dear me! said Mr. Omer, when a man is drawing on to a time of life, where the two ends of life meet; when he finds himself, however hearty he is, being wheeled about for the second time, in a speeches of gocart; he should be over-rejoiced to do a kindness if he can. He wants plenty. And I dont speak of myself, particular, said Mr. Omer, because, Sir, the way I look at it is, that we are all drawing on to the bottom of the hill, whatever age we are, on account of time never standing still for a single moment. So let us always do a kindness, and be over-rejoiced. To be sure!
Theres Emlys cousin, him that she was to have been married to, said Mr. Omer, rubbing his hands feebly, as fine a fellow as there is in Yarmouth! Hell come and talk or read to me, in the evening, for an hour together sometimes. Thats a kindness, I should call it! All his lifes a kindness.
Are you? said Mr. Omer. Tell him I was hearty, and sent my respects. Minnie and Jorams at a ball. They would be as proud to see you as I am, if they was at home. Minnie wont hardly go out at all, you see, on account of father, as she says. So I swore to-night, that if she didnt go, Id go to bed at six. In consequence of which, Mr. Omer shook himself and his chair, with laughter at the success of his device, she and Jorams at a ball.
The little elephant set the door of the parlour open enabling me to see that, in these latter days, it was converted into a bedroom for Mr. Omer, who could not be easily conveyed upstairs; and then hid her pretty forehead, and tumbled her long hair, against the back of Mr. Omers chair.
At this signal, the little elephant, with a dexterity that was next to marvellous in so small an animal, whisked the chair round with Mr. Omer in it, and rattled it off, pellmell, into the parlour, without touching the doorpost: Mr. Omer indescribably enjoying the performance, and looking back at me on the road as if it were the triumphant issue of his lifes exertions.
After a stroll about the town, I went to Hams house. Peggotty had now removed here for good; and had let her own house to the successor of Mr. Barkis in the carrying business, who had paid her very well for the good-will, cart, and horse. I believe the very same slow horse that Mr. Barkis drove, was still at work.
I found them in the neat Kitchen, accompanied by Mrs. Gummidge, who had been fetched from the old boat by Mr. Peggotty himself. I doubt if she could have been induced to desert her post, by anyone else. He had evidently told them all. Both Peggotty and Mrs. Gummidge had their aprons to their eyes, and Ham had just stepped out to take a turn on the beach. He presently came home, very glad to see me; and I hope they were all the better for my being there. We spoke, with some approach to cheerfulness, of Mr. Peggottys growing rich in a new country, and of the wonders he would describe in his letters. We said nothing of Emily by name, but distantly referred to her more than once. Ham was the serenest of the party.
But, Peggotty told me, when she lighted me to a little chamber where the Crocodile Books was lying ready for me on the table, that he always was the same. She believed (she told me, crying) that he was broken-hearted; though he was as full of courage as of sweetness, and worked harder and better than any boat-builder in any yard in all that part. There were times, she said, of an evening, when he talked of their old life in the boat-house; and then he mentioned Emily as a child. But, he never mentioned her as a woman.
I thought I had read in his face that he would like to speak to me alone. I therefore resolved to put myself in his way next evening, as he came home from his work. Having settled this with myself, I fell asleep. That night, for the first time in all those many nights, the candle was taken out of the window, Mr. Peggotty swung in his old hammock in the old boat, and the wind murmured with the old sound round his head.
All next day, he was occupied in disposing of his fishingboat and tackle; in packing up, and sending to London by waggon, such of his little domestic possessions as he thought would be useful to him; and in parting with the rest, or bestowing them on Mrs. Gummidge. She was with him all day.
It was easy to come in his way, as I knew where he worked. I met him at a retired part of the sands, which I knew he would cross, and turned back with him, that he might have leisure to speak to me if he really wished. I had not mistaken the expression of his face. We had walked but a little way together, when he said, without looking at me:
But, Ham, said I, gently, if there is anything that I could write to her, for you, in case I could not tell it; if there is anything you would wish to make known to her through me; I should consider it a sacred trust.
We walked a little farther in silence, and then he spoke. Tant that I forgive her. Tant that so much. Tis more as I beg of her to forgive me, for having pressed my affections upon her. Odd times, I think that if I hadnt had her promise fur to marry me, Sir, she was that trustful of me, in a friendly way, that shed have told me what was struggling in her mind, and would have counselled with me, and I might have saved her.
I loved herand I love the memry of hertoo deepto be able to lead her to believe of my own self as Im a happy man. I could only be happyby forgetting of herand Im afeerd I couldnt hardly bear as she should be told I done that. But if you, being so full of learning, Masr Davy, could think of anything to say as might bring her to believe I wasnt greatly hurt; still loving of her, and mourning for her: anything as might bring her to believe as I was not tired of my life, and yet was hoping fur to see her without blame, wheer the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at restanything as would ease her sorrowful mind, and yet not make her think as I could ever marry, or as twas possible that anyone could ever be to me what she wasI should ask of you to say thatwith my prayers for herthat was so dear.
I thankee, Sir, he answered. Twas kind of you to meet me. Twas kind of you to bear him company down, Masr Davy, I unnerstan very well, though my aunt will come to Lonon afore they sail, and theyll unite once more, that I am not like to see him agen. I fare to feel sure ont. We doent say so, but so twill be, and better so. The last you see on himthe very lastwill you give him the lovingest duty and thanks of the orphan, as he was ever more than a father to?
With a slight wave of his hand as though to explain to me that he could not enter the old place, he turned away. As I looked after his figure, crossing the waste in the moonlight, I saw him turn his face towards a strip of silvery light upon the sea, and pass on, looking at it, until he was a shadow in the distance.
The door of the boat-house stood open when I approached; and, on entering, I found it emptied of all its furniture, saving one of the old lockers, on which Mrs. Gummidge, with a basket on her knee, was seated, looking at Mr. Peggotty. He leaned his elbow on the rough chimney-piece, and gazed upon a few expiring embers in the grate; but he raised his head, hopefully, on my coming in, and spoke in a cheery manner.
Why, we have not been idle, Sir. Missis Gummidge has worked like aI doent know what Missis Gummidge aint worked like, said Mr. Peggotty, looking at her, at a loss for a sufficiently-approving simile.
Theers the very locker that you used to sit on, long with Emly! said Mr. Peggotty, in a whisper. Im a going to carry it away with me, last of all. And heers your old little bedroom, see, Masr Davy! Amost as bleak to-night, as art could wish!
Everything was gone, down to the little mirror with the oyster-shell frame. I thought of myself, lying here, when that first great change was being wrought at home. I thought of the blue-eyed child who had enchanted me. I thought of Steerforth: and a foolish, fearful fancy came upon me of his being near at hand, and liable to be met at any turn.
We looked into the other little room, and came back to Mrs. Gummidge, sitting on the locker, whom Mr. Peggotty, putting the light on the chimney-piece, requested to rise, that he might carry it outside the door before extinguishing the candle.
Danl, said Mrs. Gummidge, suddenly deserting her basket, and clinging to his arm, my dear Danl, the parting words I speak in this house is, I musnt be left behind. Doent ye think of leaving me behind, Danl! Oh, doent ye ever do it!
Doent ye, dearest Danl, doent ye! cried Mrs. Gummidge, fervently. Take me long with you, Danl, take me long with you and Emly! Ill be your servant, constant and trew. If theres slaves in them parts where youre a going, Ill be bound to you for one, and happy, but doent ye leave be behind, Danl, thats a deary dear!
Yes I do, Danl! I can guess! cried Mrs. Gummidge. But my parting words under this roof is, I shall go into the house and die, if I am not took. I can dig, Danl. I can work. I can live hard. I can be loving and patient nowmore than you think, Danl, if youll ony try me. I wouldnt touch the lowance, not if I was dying of want, Danl Peggotty; but Ill go with you and Emly, if youll ony let me, to the worlds end! I know how tis; I know you think that I am lone and lorn; but, deary love, tant so no more! I aint sat here, so long, a watching, and a thinking of your trials, without some good being done me. Masr Davy, speak to him for me! I knows his ways, and Emlys, and I knows their sorrows, and can be a comfort to em, some odd times, and labour for em allus! Danl, deary Danl, let me go long with you!
We brought the locker out, extinguished the candle, fastened the door on the outside, and left the old boat close shut up, a dark speck in the cloudy night. Next day, when we were returning to London outside the coach, Mrs. Gummidge and her basket were on the seat behind, and Mrs. Gummidge was happy.