applause；　and　such　hearty　laughter　that　it　made　me　laugh　too；　at
  which　they　laughed　the　more。　In　short；　we　quite　enjoyed
  ourselves。
  We　walked　about　on　the　cliff　after　that；　and　sat　on　the　grass；
  and　looked　at　things　through　a　telescope—I　could　make　out
  nothing　myself　when　it　was　put　to　my　eye；　but　I　pretended　I
  could—and　then　we　came　back　to　the　hotel　to　an　early　dinner。　All
  the　time　we　were　out；　the　two　gentlemen　smoked　incessantly—
  which；　I　thought；　if　I　might　judge　from　the　smell　of　their　rough
  coats；　they　must　have　been　doing；　ever　since　the　coats　had　first
  come　home　from　the　tailor’s。　I　must　not　forget　that　we　went　on
  board　the　yacht；　where　they　all　three　descended　into　the　cabin；
  and　were　busy　with　some　papers。　I　saw　them　quite　hard　at　work；
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  when　I　looked　down　through　the　open　skylight。　They　left　me；
  during　this　time；　with　a　very　nice　man　with　a　very　large　head　of
  red　hair　and　a　very　small　shiny　hat　upon　it；　who　had　got　a　cross…
  barred　shirt　or　waistcoat　on；　with　‘Skylark’　in　capital　letters　across
  the　chest。　I　thought　it　was　his　name；　and　that　as　he　lived　on　board
  ship　and　hadn’t　a　street　door　to　put　his　name　on；　he　put　it　there
  instead；　but　when　I　called　him　Mr。　Skylark；　he　said　it　meant　the
  vessel。
  I　observed　all　day　that　Mr。　Murdstone　was　graver　and　steadier
  than　the　two　gentlemen。　They　were　very　gay　and　careless。　They
  joked　freely　with　one　another；　but　seldom　with　him。　It　appeared　to
  me　that　he　was　more　clever　and　cold　than　they　were；　and　that　they
  regarded　him　with　something　of　my　own　feeling。　I　remarked　that；
  once　or　twice　when　Mr。　Quinion　was　talking；　he　looked　at　Mr。
  Murdstone　sideways；　as　if　to　make　sure　of　his　not　being
  displeased；　and　that　once　when　Mr。　Passnidge　（the　other
  gentleman）　was　in　high　spirits；　he　trod　upon　his　foot；　and　gave　him
  a　secret　caution　with　his　eyes；　to　observe　Mr。　Murdstone；　who　was
  sitting　stern　and　silent。　Nor　do　I　recollect　that　Mr。　Murdstone
  laughed　at　all　that　day；　except　at　the　Sheffield　joke—and　that；　by
  the　by；　was　his　own。
  We　went　home　early　in　the　evening。　It　was　a　very　fine　evening；
  and　my　mother　and　he　had　another　stroll　by　the　sweetbriar；　while
  I　was　sent　in　to　get　my　tea。　When　he　was　gone；　my　mother　asked
  me　all　about　the　day　I　had　had；　and　what　they　had　said　and　done。　I
  mentioned　what　they　had　said　about　her；　and　she　laughed；　and
  told　me　they　were　impudent　fellows　who　talked　nonsense—but　I
  knew　it　pleased　her。　I　knew　it　quite　as　well　as　I　know　it　now。　I　took
  the　opportunity　of　asking　if　she　was　at　all　acquainted　with　Mr。
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  Brooks　of　Sheffield；　but　she　answered　No；　only　she　supposed　he
  must　be　a　manufacturer　in　the　knife　and　fork　way。
  Can　I　say　of　her　face—altered　as　I　have　reason　to　remember　it；
  perished　as　I　know　it　is—that　it　is　gone；　when　here　it　comes　before
  me　at　this　instant；　as　distinct　as　any　face　that　I　may　choose　to　look
  on　in　a　crowded　street？　Can　I　say　of　her　innocent　and　girlish
  beauty；　that　it　faded；　and　was　no　more；　when　its　breath　falls　on　my
  cheek　now；　as　it　fell　that　night？　Can　I　say　she　ever　changed；　when
  my　remembrance　brings　her　back　to　life；　thus　only；　and；　truer　to
  its　loving　youth　than　I　have　been；　or　man　ever　is；　still　holds　fast
  what　it　cherished　then？
  I　write　of　her　just　as　she　was　when　I　had　gone　to　bed　after　this
  talk；　and　she　came　to　bid　me　good　night。　She　kneeled　down
  playfully　by　the　side　of　the　bed；　and　laying　her　chin　upon　her
  hands；　and　laughing；　said：
  ‘What　was　it　they　said；　Davy？　Tell　me　again。　I　can’t　believe　it。’
  ‘“Bewitching—”’　I　began。
  My　mother　put　her　hands　upon　my　lips　to　stop　me。
  ‘It　was　never　bewitching；’　she　said；　laughing。　‘It　never　could
  have　been　bewitching；　Davy。　Now　I　know　it　wasn’t！’
  ‘Yes；　it　was。　“Bewitching　Mrs。　Copperfield”；’　I　repeated　stoutly。
  ‘And；　“pretty。”’
  ‘No；　no；　it　was　never　pretty。　Not　pretty；’　interposed　my　mother；
  laying　her　fingers　on　my　lips　again。
  ‘Yes　it　was。　“Pretty　little　widow。”’
  ‘What　foolish；　impudent　creatures！’　cried　my　mother；　laughing
  and　covering　her　face。　‘What　ridiculous　men！　An’t　they？　Davy
  dear—’
  ‘Well；　Ma。’
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  ‘Don’t　tell　Peggotty；　she　might　be　angry　with　them。　I　am
  dreadfully　angry　with　them　myself；　but　I　would　rather　Peggotty
  didn’t　know。’
  I　promised；　of　course；　and　we　kissed　one　another　over　and　over
  again；　and　I　soon　fell　fast　asleep。
  It　seems　to　me；　at　this　distance　of　time；　as　if　it　were　the　next　day
  when　Peggotty　broached　the　striking　and　adventurous　proposition
  I　am　about　to　mention；　but　it　was　probably　about　two　months
  afterwards。
  We　were　sitting　as　before；　one　evening　（when　my　mother　was
  out　as　before）；　in　company　with　the　stocking　and　the　yard…
  measure；　and　the　bit　of　wax；　and　the　box　with　St。　Paul’s　on　the　lid；
  and　the　crocodile　book；　when　Peggotty；　after　looking　at　me　several
  times；　and　opening　her　mouth　as　if　she　were　going　to　speak；
  without　doing　it—which　I　thought　was　merely　gaping；　or　I　should
  have　been　rather　alarmed—said　coaxingly：
  ‘Master　Davy；　how　should　you　like　to　go　along　with　me　and
  spend　a　fortnight　at　my　brother’s　at　Yarmouth？　Wouldn’t　that　be　a
  treat？’
  ‘Is　your　brother　an　agreeable　man；　Peggotty？’　I　inquired；
  provisionally。
  ‘Oh；　what　an　agreeable　man　he　is！’　cried　Peggotty；　holding　up
  her　hands。　‘Then　there’s　the　sea；　and　the　boats　and　ships；　and　the
  fishermen；　and　the　beach；　and　Am　to　play　with—’
  Peggotty　meant　her　nephew　Ham；　mentioned　in　my　first
  chapter；　but　she　spoke　of　him　as　a　morsel　of　English　Grammar。
  I　was　flushed　by　her　summary　of　delights；　and　replied　that　it
  would　indeed　be　a　treat；　but　what　would　my　mother　say？
  ‘Why　then　I’ll　as　good　as　bet　a　guinea；’　said　Peggotty；　intent
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  upon　my　face；　‘that　she’ll　let　us　go。　I’ll　ask　her；　if　you　like；　as　soon
  as　ever　she　comes　home。　There　now！’
  ‘But　what’s　she　to　do　while　we’re　away？’　said　I；　putting　my
  small　elbows　on　the　table　to　argue　the　point。　‘She　can’t　live　by
  herself。’
  If　Peggotty　were　looking　for　a　hole；　all　of　a　sudden；　in　the　heel
  of　that　stocking；　it　must　have　been　a　very　little　one　indeed；　and　not
  worth　darning。
  ‘I　say！　Peggotty！　She　can’t　live　by　herself；　you　know。’
  ‘Oh；　bless　you！’　said　Peggotty；　looking　at　me　again　at　last。　‘Don’t
  you　know？　She’s　going　to　stay　for　a　fortnight　with　Mrs。　Grayper。
  Mrs。　Grayper’s　going　to　have　a　lot　of　company。’
  Oh！　If　that　was　it；　I　was　quite　ready　to　go。　I　waited；　in　the
  utmost　impatience；　until　my　mother　came　home　from　Mrs。
  Grayper’s　（for　it　was　that　identical　neighbour）；　to　ascertain　if　we
  could　get　leave　to　carry　out　this　great　idea。　Without　being　nearly
  so　much　surprised　as　I　had　expected；　my　mother　entered　into　it
  readily；　and　it　was　all　arranged　that　night；　and　my　board　and
  lodging　during　the　visit　were　to　be　paid　for。
  The　day　soon　came　for　our　going。　It　was　such　an　early　day　that
  it　came　soon；　even　to　me；　who　was　in　a　fever　of　expectation；　and
  half　afraid　that　an　earthquake　or　a　fiery　mountain；　or　some　other
  great　convulsion　of　nature；　might　interpose　to　stop　the　expedition。
  We　were　to　go　in　a　carrier’s　cart；　which　departed　in　the　morning
  after　breakfast。　I　would　have　given　any　money　to　have　been
  allowed　to　wrap　myself　up　over…night；　and　sleep　in　my　hat　and
  boots。
  It　touches　me　nearly　now；　although　I　tell　it　lightly；　to　recollect
  how　eager　I　was　to　leave　my　happy　home；　to　think　how　little　I
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  suspected　what　I　did　leave　for　ever。
  I　am　glad　to　recollect　that　when　the　carrier’s　cart　was　at　the
  gate；　and　my　mother　stood　there　kissing　me；　a　grateful　fondness
  for　her　and　for　the　old　place　I　had　never　turned　my　back　upon
  before；　made　me　cry。　I　am　glad　to　know　that　my　mother　cried　too；
  and　that　I　felt　her　heart　beat　against　mine。
  I　am　glad　to　recollect　that　when　the　carrier　began　to　move；　my
  mother　ran　out　at　the　gate；　and　called　to　him　to　stop；　that　she
  might　kiss　me　once　more。　I　am　glad　to　dwell　upon　the　earnestness
  and　love　with　which　she　lifted　up　her　face　to　mine；　and　did　so。
  As　we　left　her　standing　in　the　road；　Mr。　Murdstone　came　up　to
  where　she　was；　and　seemed　to　expostulate　with　her　for　being　so
  moved。　I　was　looking　back　round　the　awning　of　the　cart；　and
  wondered　what　business　it　was　of　his。　Peggotty；　who　was　also
  looking　back　on　the　other　side；　seemed　anything　but　satisfied；　as
  the　face　she　brought　back　in　the　cart　denoted。
  I　sat　looking　at　Peggotty　for　some　time；　in　a　reverie　on　this
  supposititious　case：　whether；　if　she　were　employed　to　lose　me　like
  the　boy　in　the　fairy　tale；　I　should　be　able　to　track　my　way　home
  again　by　the　buttons　she　would　shed。
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  Chapter　3
  I　HAVE　A　CHANGE
  The　carrier’s　horse　was　the　laziest　horse　in　the　world；　I