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I Become Neglected, and Am Provided for

           Peggotty,’saidI,shakingmyhead,‘Idon’tthinkIshouldFEELmuchlikeit.’

           ‘Wellsaid,Mas’rDavybor’!’criedHam,inanecstasy.‘Hoorah!Wellsaid!Normoreyouwouldn’t!Hor!Hor!’HerehereturnedMr.Peggotty’sback-hander,andlittleEm’lygotupandkissedMr.Peggotty.‘Andhow’syourfriend,sir?’saidMr.Peggottytome.

           ‘Steerforth?’saidI.

           ‘That’sthename!’criedMr.Peggotty,turningtoHam.‘Iknoweditwassomethinginourway.’

           ‘YousaiditwasRudderford,’observedHam,laughing.

           ‘Well!’retortedMr.Peggotty.‘Andyesteerwitharudder,don’tye?Itain’tfuroff.Howishe,sir?’

           ‘HewasverywellindeedwhenIcameaway,Mr.Peggotty.’

           ‘There’safriend!’saidMr.Peggotty,stretchingouthispipe.‘There’safriend,ifyoutalkoffriends!Why,Lordlovemyheartalive,ifitain’tatreattolookathim!’

           ‘Heisveryhandsome,ishenot?’saidI,myheartwarmingwiththispraise.

           ‘Handsome!’criedMr.Peggotty.‘HestandsuptoyoulikelikeawhyIdon’tknowwhathedon’tstanduptoyoulike.He’ssobold!’

           ‘Yes!That’sjusthischaracter,’saidI.‘He’sasbraveasalion,andyoucan’tthinkhowfrankheis,Mr.Peggotty.’

           ‘AndIdosuppose,now,’saidMr.

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