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Mr. Peggotty’s Dream Comes True

           ‘Whenhefirstcameintomywaythatthedayhadneverdawneduponme,andhehadmetmebeingcarriedtomygrave!Ihadbeenbroughtupasvirtuousasyouoranylady,andwasgoingtobethewifeofasgoodamanasyouoranyladyintheworldcanevermarry.Ifyouliveinhishomeandknowhim,youknow,perhaps,whathispowerwithaweak,vaingirlmightbe.Idon’tdefendmyself,butIknowwell,andheknowswell,orhewillknowwhenhecomestodie,andhismindistroubledwithit,thatheusedallhispowertodeceiveme,andthatIbelievedhim,trustedhim,andlovedhim!’

           RosaDartlesprangupfromherseat;recoiled;andinrecoilingstruckather,withafaceofsuchmalignity,sodarkenedanddisfiguredbypassion,thatIhadalmostthrownmyselfbetweenthem.Theblow,whichhadnoaim,fellupontheair.Asshenowstoodpanting,lookingatherwiththeutmostdetestationthatshewascapableofexpressing,andtremblingfromheadtofootwithrageandscorn,IthoughtIhadneverseensuchasight,andnevercouldseesuchanother.

           ‘YOUlovehim?You?’shecried,withherclenchedhand,quiveringasifitonlywantedaweapontostabtheobjectofherwrath.

           Emilyhadshrunkoutofmyview.Therewasnoreply.

           ‘AndtellthattoME,’sheadded,‘withyourshamefullips?Whydon’ttheywhipthesecreatures?IfIcouldorderittobedone,Iwouldhavethisgirlwhippedtodeath.’

           Andsoshewould,Ihavenodoubt.

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