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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 me behind, Danl, thats a deary dear! My good soul, said Mr. Peggotty, shaking his head, you doent know what a long voyage, and what a hard life tis. 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 ant 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! And Mrs. Gummidge took his hand, and kissed it with a homely pathos and affection, in a homely rapture of devotion and gratitude, that he well deserved. 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. |
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