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A Greater Loss

           ThenightshouldhaveturnedmorewetsinceIcamein,forhehadalargesou’westerhaton,slouchedoverhisface.

           ‘Wheer’sEm’ly?’saidMr.Peggotty.

           Hammadeamotionwithhishead,asifshewereoutside.Mr.Peggottytookthelightfromthewindow,trimmedit,putitonthetable,andwasbusilystirringthefire,whenHam,whohadnotmoved,said:

           ‘Mas’rDavy,willyoucomeoutaminute,andseewhatEm’lyandmehasgottoshowyou?’

           Wewentout.AsIpassedhimatthedoor,Isaw,tomyastonishmentandfright,thathewasdeadlypale.Hepushedmehastilyintotheopenair,andclosedthedooruponus.Onlyuponustwo.

           ‘Ham!what’sthematter?’

           ‘Mas’rDavy!Oh,forhisbrokenheart,howdreadfullyhewept!

           Iwasparalysedbythesightofsuchgrief.Idon’tknowwhatIthought,orwhatIdreaded.Icouldonlylookathim.

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