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remembrance, of the touch of Peggotty’s forefinger as she used to
hold it out to me, and of its being roughened by needlework, like a
pocket nutmeg-grater.
This may be fancy, though I think the memory of most of us can
go farther back into such times than many of us suppose; just as I
believe the power of observation in numbers of very young
children to be quite wonderful for its closeness and accuracy.
Indeed, I think that most grown men who are remarkable in this
respect, may with greater propriety be said not to have lost the
faculty, than to have acquired it; the rather, as I generally observe
such men to retain a certain freshness, and gentleness, and
capacity of being pleased, which are also an inheritance they have
preserved from their childhood.
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I might have a misgiving that I am ‘meandering’ in stopping to
say this, but that it brings me to remark that I build these
conclusions, in part upon my own experience of myself; and if it
should appear from anything I may set down in this narrative that
I was a child of close observation, or that as a man I have a strong
memory of my childhood, I undoubtedly lay claim to both of these
characteristics.
Looking back, as I was saying, into the blank of my infancy, the
first objects I can remember as standing out by themselves from a
confusion of things, are my mother and Peggotty. What else do I
remember? Let me see.
There comes out of the cloud, our house—not new to me, but
quite familiar, in its earliest remembrance. On the ground-floor is
Peggotty’s kitchen, opening into a back yard; with a pigeon-house
on a pole, in the centre, without any pigeons in it; a great dog-
kennel in a corner, without any dog; and a quantity of fowls that
look terribly tall to me, walking about, in a menacing and ferocious
manner. There is one cock who gets upon a post to crow, and
seems to take particular notice of me as I look at him through the
kitchen window, who makes me shiver, he is so fierce. Of the geese
outside the side-gate who come waddling after me with their long
necks stretched out when I go that way, I dream at night: as a man
environed by wild beasts might dream of lions.
Here is a long passage—what an enormous perspective I make
of it!—leading from Peggotty’s kitchen to the front door. A dark
store-room opens out of it, and that is a place to be run past at
night; for I don’t know what may be among tho**bs and jars
and old tea-chests, when there is nobody in there with a dimly-
burning light, letting a mouldy air come out of the door, in which
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there is the smell of soap, pickles, pepper, candles, and coffee, all
at one whiff. Then there are the two parlours: the parlour in which
we sit of an evening, my mother and I and Peggotty—for Peggotty
is quite our companion, when her work is done and we are alone—
and the best parlour where we sit on a Sunday; grandly, but not so
comfortably. There is something of a do**l air about that room to
me, for Peggotty has told me—I don’t know when, but apparently
ages ago—about my father’s funeral, and the company having
their black cloaks put on. One Sunday night my mother reads to
Peggotty and me in there, how Lazarus was raised up from the
dead. And I am so frightened that they are afterwards obliged to
take me out of bed, and show me the quiet churchyard out of the
bedroom window, with the dead all lying in their graves at rest,
below the solemn moon.
There is nothing half so green that I know anywhere, as the
grass of that churchyard; nothing half so shady as its trees;
nothing half so quiet as its tombstones. The sheep are feeding
there, when I kneel up, early in the morning, in my little bed in a
closet within my mother’s room, to look out at it; and I see the red
light shining on the sun-dial, and think within myself, ‘Is the sundial glad, I wonder, that it can tell the time again?’
Here is our pew in the church. What
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