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Somebody Turns up

           Weneverknewaperson,shewrote;buttothinkthatMissBetseyshouldseemtobesodifferentfromwhatshehadbeenthoughttobe,wasaMoral!thatwasherword.ShewasevidentlystillafraidofMissBetsey,forshesenthergratefuldutytoherbuttimidly;andshewasevidentlyafraidofme,too,andentertainedtheprobabilityofmyrunningawayagainsoon:ifImightjudgefromtherepeatedhintsshethrewout,thatthecoach-faretoYarmouthwasalwaystobehadofherfortheasking.

           Shegavemeonepieceofintelligencewhichaffectedmeverymuch,namely,thattherehadbeenasaleofthefurnitureatouroldhome,andthatMr.andMissMurdstoneweregoneaway,andthehousewasshutup,tobeletorsold.GodknowsIhadnopartinitwhiletheyremainedthere,butitpainedmetothinkofthedearoldplaceasaltogetherabandoned;oftheweedsgrowingtallinthegarden,andthefallenleaveslyingthickandwetuponthepaths.Iimaginedhowthewindsofwinterwouldhowlroundit,howthecoldrainwouldbeatuponthewindow-glass,howthemoonwouldmakeghostsonthewallsoftheemptyrooms,watchingtheirsolitudeallnight.Ithoughtafreshofthegraveinthechurchyard,underneaththetree:anditseemedasifthehouseweredeadtoo,now,andallconnectedwithmyfatherandmotherwerefadedaway.

           TherewasnoothernewsinPeggotty’sletters.Mr.

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