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too.
‘This here little Em’ly of ours,’ said Mr. Peggotty, ‘has been, in
our house, what I suppose (I’m a ignorant man, but that’s my
belief) no one but a little bright-eyed creetur can be in a house.
She ain’t my child; I never had one; but I couldn’t love her more.
You understand! I couldn’t do it!’
‘I quite understand,’ said Steerforth.
‘I know you do, sir,’ returned Mr. Peggotty, ‘and thankee again.
Mas’r Davy, he can remember what she was; you may judge for
your own self what she is; but neither of you can’t fully know what
she has been, is, and will be, to my loving art. I am rough, sir,’ said
Mr. Peggotty, ‘I am as rough as a Sea Porkypine; but no one,
unless, mayhap, it is a woman, can know, I think, what our little
Em’ly is to me. And betwixt ourselves,’ sinking his voice lower yet,
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‘that woman’s name ain’t Missis Gummidge neither, though she
has a world of merits.’ Mr. Peggotty ruffled his hair again, with
both hands, as a further preparation for what he was going to say,
and went on, with a hand upon each of his knees:
‘There was a certain person as had know’d our Em’ly, from the
time when her father was drownded; as had seen her constant;
when a babby, when a young gal, when a woman. Not much of a
person to look at, he warn’t,’ said Mr. Peggotty, ‘something o’ my
own build—rough—a good deal o’ the sou’-wester in him—wery
salt—but, on the whole, a honest sort of a chap, with his art in the
right place.’
I thought I had never seen Ham grin to anything like the extent
to which he sat grinning at us now.
‘What does this here blessed tarpaulin go and do,’ said Mr.
Peggotty, with his face one high noon of enjoyment, ‘but he loses
that there art of his to our little Em’ly. He follers her about, he
makes hisself a sort o’ servant to her, he loses in a great measure
his relish for his wittles, and in the long-run he makes it clear to
me wot’s amiss. Now I could wish myself, you see, that our little
Em’ly was in a fair way of being married. I could wish to see her,
at all ewents, under articles to a honest man as had a right to
defend her. I don’t know how long I may live, or how soon I may
die; but I know that if I was capsized, any night, in a gale of wind
in Yarmouth Roads here, and was to see the town-lights shining
for the last time over the rollers as I couldn’t make no head
against, I could go down quieter for thinking “There’s a man
ashore there, iron-true to my little Em’ly, God bless her, and no
wrong can touch my Em’ly while so be as that man lives.”’
Mr. Peggotty, in simple earnestness, waved his right arm, as if
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he were waving it at the town-lights for the last time, and then,
exchanging a nod with Ham, whose eye he caught, proceeded as
before.
‘Well! I counsels him to speak to Em’ly. He’s big enough, but
he’s bashfuller than a little un, and he don’t like. So I speak.
“What! Him!” says Em’ly. “Him that I’ve know’d so intimate so
many years, and like so much. Oh, Uncle! I never can have him.
He’s such a good fellow!” I gives her a kiss, and I says no more to
her than, “My dear, you’re right to speak out, you’re to choose for
yourself, you’re as free as a little bird.” Then I aways to him, and I
says, “I wish it could have been so, but it can’t. But you can both
be as you was, and wot I say to you is, Be as you was with her, like
a man.” He says to me, a-shaking of my hand, “I will!” he says.
And he was—honourable and manful—for two year going on, and
we was just the same at home here as afore.’
Mr. Peggotty’s face, which had varied in its with the
various stages of his narrative, now resumed all its former
triumphant delight, as he laid a hand upon my knee and a hand
upon Steerforth’s (previously wetting them both, for the greater
emphasis of the action), and divided the following s