This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 edition. Excerpt: ... into my head that it might be my mother--I had only thought of Mr. or Miss Murdstone until then--I drew back my hand from the lock, and stopped to have a sob before I went in. At first I saw nobody; but feeling a pressure against the door, I looked round it, and there, to my amazement, were Mr. Peggotty and ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 edition. Excerpt: ... into my head that it might be my mother--I had only thought of Mr. or Miss Murdstone until then--I drew back my hand from the lock, and stopped to have a sob before I went in. At first I saw nobody; but feeling a pressure against the door, I looked round it, and there, to my amazement, were Mr. Peggotty and Ham, ducking at me with their hats, and squeezing one another against the wall. I could not help laughing; but it was much more in the pleasure of seeing them, than at the appearance they made. We shook hands in a very cordial way; and I laughed and laughed, until I pulled out my pocket-handkerchief and wiped my eyes. Mr. Peggotty (who never shut his mouth once, I remember, during the visit) showed great concern when he saw me do this, and nudged Ham to say something. "Cheer up, Mas'r Davy bor'!" said Ham, in his simpering way. "Why, how you have growed!" "Am I grown?" I said, drying my eyes. I was not crying at anything particular that I know of; but somehow it made me cry, to see old friends. "Growed, Mas'r Davy bor'? Ain't he growed!" said Ham. "Ain't he growed!" said Mr. Peggotty. They made me laugh again by laughing at each other, and i an adornment rarely found upon schoolboys of nine years nowadays. then we all three laughed until I was in danger of crying again. "Do you know how mamma is, Mr. Peggotty?" I said. "And how my dear, dear, old Peggotty is?" "Oncommon," said Mr. Peggotty. "And little Em'ly, and Mrs. Gummidge?" "On--common," said Mr. Peggotty. There was a silence. Mr. Peggotty, to relieve it, took two prodigious lobsters, and an enormous crab, and a large canvas bag ef shrimps, out of his pockets, and piled them up in Ham's arms. "You see," said Mr. Peggotty, "knowing as you was partial to a little relish with your wittles...
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