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The Emigrants

           Itwasoneofthewoodenchambersupstairs,withthetideflowingunderneath.MyauntandAgneswerethere,busilymakingsomelittleextracomforts,inthewayofdress,forthechildren.Peggottywasquietlyassisting,withtheoldinsensiblework-box,yard-measure,andbitofwax-candlebeforeher,thathadnowoutlivedsomuch.

           Itwasnoteasytoanswerherinquiries;stilllesstowhisperMr.Peggotty,whenMr.Micawberbroughthimin,thatIhadgiventheletter,andallwaswell.ButIdidboth,andmadethemhappy.IfIshowedanytraceofwhatIfelt,myownsorrowsweresufficienttoaccountforit.

           ‘Andwhendoestheshipsail,Mr.Micawber?’askedmyaunt.

           Mr.Micawberconsidereditnecessarytoprepareeithermyauntorhiswife,bydegrees,andsaid,soonerthanhehadexpectedyesterday.

           ‘Theboatbroughtyouword,Isuppose?’saidmyaunt.

           ‘Itdid,ma’am,’hereturned.

           ‘Well?’saidmyaunt.‘Andshesails

           ‘Madam,’hereplied,‘Iaminformedthatwemustpositivelybeonboardbeforeseventomorrowmorning.’

           ‘Heyday!’saidmyaunt,‘that’ssoon.Isitasea-goingfact,Mr.Peggotty?’‘’Tisso,ma’am.She’lldropdowntheriverwiththattheertide.IfMas’rDavyandmysistercomesaboardatGravesen’,arternoono’nextday,they’llseethelastonus.

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