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Afterwards, when I went up-stairs, as I passed the door of my little chamber, which was dark, I had an indistinct impression of her being within it, cast down upon the floor. But, whether it was really she, or whether it was a confusion of the shadows in the room, I dont know now. I had leisure to think, before the kitchen fire, of pretty little Emlys dread of deathwhich, added to what Mr. Omer had told me, I took to be the cause of her being so unlike herselfand I had leisure, before Peggotty came down, even to think more leniently of the weakness of it: as I sat counting the ticking of the clock, and deepening my sense of the solemn hush around me. Peggotty took me in her arms, and blessed and thanked me over and over again for being such a comfort to her (that was what she said) in her distress. She then entreated me to come up-stairs, sobbing that Mr. Barkis had always liked me and admired me; that he had often talked of me, before he fell into a stupor; and that she believed, in case of his coming to himself again, he would brighten up at sight of me, if he could brighten up at any earthly thing. The probability of his ever doing so, appeared to me, when I saw him, to be very small. He was lying with his head and shoulders out of bed, in an uncomfortable attitude, half resting on the box which had cost him so much pain and trouble. I learned that, when he was past creeping out of bed to open it, and past assuring himself of its safety by means of the divining-rod I had seen him use, he had required to have it placed on the chair at the bedside, where he had ever since embraced it, night and day. His arm lay on it now. Time and the world were slipping from beneath him, but the box was there; and the last words he had uttered were (in an explanatory tone) Old clothes! Barkis, my dear! said Peggotty, almost cheerfully, bending over him, while her brother and I stood at the beds foot. Heres my dear boymy dear boy, Master Davy, who brought us together, Barkis! That you sent messages by, you know! Wont you speak to Master Davy? He was as mute and senseless as the box, from which his form derived the only expression it had. Hes a-going out with the tide, said Mr. Peggotty to me, behind his hand. My eyes were dim, and so were Mr. Peggottys; but I repeated in a whisper, With the tide? People cant die, along the coast, said Mr. Peggotty, except when the tides pretty nigh out. They cant be born, unless its pretty nigh innot properly born, till flood. Hes a-going out with the tide. Its ebb at half-arter three, slack water half-an-hour. If he lives till it turns, hell hold his own till past the flood, and go out with the next tide. We remained there, watching him, a long timehours. What mysterious influence my presence had upon him in that state of his senses, I shall not pretend to say; but when he at last began to wander feebly, it is certain he was muttering about driving me to school. Hes coming to himself, said Peggotty. Mr. Peggotty touched me, and whispered with much awe and reverence, They are both a-going out fast. Barkis, my dear! said Peggotty. C. P. Barkis, he cried, faintly. No better woman anywhere! Look! Heres Master Davy! said Peggotty. For he now opened his eyes. I was on the point of asking him if he knew me, when he tried to stretch out his arm, and said to me, distinctly, with a pleasant smile Barkis is willin! |
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