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My Holidays. Especially One Happy Afternoon

           Murdstone’sgoodintentions,andpretendtoslightthem(forIdon’tbelieveyoureallydo,inyourheart,Peggotty),youmustbeaswellconvincedasIamhowgoodtheyare,andhowtheyactuatehimineverything.Ifheseemstohavebeenatallsternwithacertainperson,Peggottyyouunderstand,andsoIamsuredoesDavy,thatIamnotalludingtoanybodypresentitissolelybecauseheissatisfiedthatitisforacertainperson’sbenefit.Henaturallylovesacertainperson,onmyaccount;andactssolelyforacertainperson’sgood.HeisbetterabletojudgeofitthanIam;forIverywellknowthatIamaweak,light,girlishcreature,andthatheisafirm,grave,seriousman.Andhetakes,’saidmymother,withthetearswhichwereengenderedinheraffectionatenature,stealingdownherface,‘hetakesgreatpainswithme;andIoughttobeverythankfultohim,andverysubmissivetohimeveninmythoughts;andwhenIamnot,Peggotty,Iworryandcondemnmyself,andfeeldoubtfulofmyownheart,anddon’tknowwhattodo.’

           Peggottysatwithherchinonthefootofthestocking,lookingsilentlyatthefire.

           ‘There,Peggotty,’saidmymother,changinghertone,‘don’tletusfalloutwithoneanother,forIcouldn’tbearit.Youaremytruefriend,Iknow,ifIhaveanyintheworld.WhenIcallyouaridiculouscreature,oravexatiousthing,oranythingofthatsort,Peggotty,Ionlymeanthatyouaremytruefriend,andalwayshavebeen,eversincethenightwhenMr.

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