bride　behind。　Ha！　ha！　ha！　A　wicked　rascal；　Ned；　but　droll！　Now；　I
  know　I’m　going　to　break　your　hearts；　but　I　am　forced　to　leave　you。
  You　must　call　up　all　your　fortitude；　and　try　to　bear　it。　Good…bye；
  Mr。　Copperfield！　Take　care　of　yourself；　jockey　of　Norfolk！　How　I
  have　been　rattling　on！　It’s　all　the　fault　of　you　two　wretches。　I
  forgive　you！　“Bob　swore！”—as　the　Englishman　said　for　“Good
  night”；　when　he　first　learnt　French；　and　thought　it　so　like　English。
  “Bob　swore；”　my　ducks！’
  With　the　bag　slung　over　her　arm；　and　rattling　as　she　waddled
  away；　she　waddled　to　the　door；　where　she　stopped　to　inquire　if　she
  should　leave　us　a　lock　of　her　hair。　‘Ain’t　I　volatile？’　she　added；　as　a
  commentary　on　this　offer；　and；　with　her　finger　on　her　nose；
  departed。
  Steerforth　laughed　to　that　degree；　that　it　was　impossible　for　me
  to　help　laughing　too；　though　I　am　not　sure　I　should　have　done　so；
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  but　for　this　inducement。　When　we　had　had　our　laugh　quite　out；
  which　was　after　some　time；　he　told　me　that　Miss　Mowcher　had
  quite　an　extensive　connexion；　and　made　herself　useful　to　a　variety
  of　people　in　a　variety　of　ways。　Some　people　trifled　with　her　as　a
  mere　oddity；　he　said；　but　she　was　as　shrewdly　and　sharply
  observant　as　anyone　he　knew；　and　as　long…headed　as　she　was
  short…armed。　He　told　me　that　what　she　had　said　of　being　here；　and
  there；　and　everywhere；　was　true　enough；　for　she　made　little　darts
  into　the　provinces；　and　seemed　to　pick　up　customers　everywhere；
  and　to　know　everybody。　I　asked　him　what　her　disposition　was：
  whether　it　was　at　all　mischievous；　and　if　her　sympathies　were
  generally　on　the　right　side　of　things：　but；　not　succeeding　in
  attracting　his　attention　to　these　questions　after　two　or　three
  attempts；　I　forbore　or　forgot　to　repeat　them。　He　told　me　instead；
  with　much　rapidity；　a　good　deal　about　her　skill；　and　her　profits；
  and　about　her　being　a　scientific　cupper；　if　I　should　ever　have
  occasion　for　her　service　in　that　capacity。
  She　was　the　principal　theme　of　our　conversation　during　the
  evening：　and　when　we　parted　for　the　night　Steerforth　called　after
  me　over　the　banisters；　‘Bob　swore！’　as　I　went　downstairs。
  I　was　surprised；　when　I　came　to　Mr。　Barkis’s　house；　to　find
  Ham　walking　up　and　down　in　front　of　it；　and　still　more　surprised
  to　learn　from　him　that　little　Em’ly　was　inside。　I　naturally　inquired
  why　he　was　not　there　too；　instead　of　pacing　the　streets　by　himself？
  ‘Why；　you　see；　Mas’r　Davy；’　he　rejoined；　in　a　hesitating　manner；
  ‘Em’ly；　she’s　talking　to　some　’un　in　here。’
  ‘I　should　have　thought；’　said　I；　smiling；　‘that　that　was　a　reason
  for　your　being　in　here　too；　Ham。’
  ‘Well；　Mas’r　Davy；　in　a　general　way；　so　’t　would　be；’　he　returned；
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  ‘but　look’ee　here；　Mas’r　Davy；’　lowering　his　voice；　and　speaking
  very　gravely。　‘It’s　a　young　woman；　sir—a　young　woman；　that　Em’ly
  knowed　once；　and　doen’t　ought　to　know　no　more。’
  When　I　heard　these　words；　a　light　began　to　fall　upon　the　figure　I
  had　seen　following　them；　some　hours　ago。
  ‘It’s　a　poor　wurem；　Mas’r　Davy；’　said　Ham；　‘as　is　trod　under　foot
  by　all　the　town。　Up　street　and　down　street。　The　mowld　o’　the
  churchyard　don’t　hold　any　that　the　folk　shrink　away　from；　more。’
  ‘Did　I　see　her　tonight；　Ham；　on　the　sand；　after　we　met　you？’
  ‘Keeping　us　in　sight？’　said　Ham。　‘It’s　like　you　did；　Mas’r　Davy。
  Not　that　I　know’d　then；　she　was　theer；　sir；　but　along　of　her
  creeping　soon　arterwards　under　Em’ly’s　little　winder；　when　she
  see　the　light　come；　and　whispering　“Em’ly；　Em’ly；　for　Christ’s
  sake；　have　a　woman’s　heart　towards　me。　I　was　once　like　you！”
  Those　was　solemn　words；　Mas’r　Davy；　fur　to　hear！’
  ‘They　were　indeed；　Ham。　What　did　Em’ly　do？’
  ‘Says　Em’ly；　“Martha；　is　it　you？　Oh；　Martha；　can　it　be　you？”—
  for　they　had　sat　at　work　together；　many　a　day；　at　Mr。　Omer’s。’
  ‘I　recollect　her　now！’　cried　I；　recalling　one　of　the　two　girls　I　had
  seen　when　I　first　went　there。　‘I　recollect　her　quite　well！’
  ‘Martha　Endell；’　said　Ham。　‘Two　or　three　year　older　than　Em’ly；
  but　was　at　the　school　with　her。’
  ‘I　never　heard　her　name；’　said　I。　‘I　didn’t　mean　to　interrupt　you。’
  ‘For　the　matter　o’　that；　Mas’r　Davy；’　replied　Ham；　‘all’s　told
  a’most　in　them　words；　“Em’ly；　Em’ly；　for　Christ’s　sake；　have　a
  woman’s　heart　towards　me。　I　was　once　like　you！”　She　wanted　to
  speak　to　Em’ly。　Em’ly　couldn’t　speak　to　her　theer；　for　her　loving
  uncle　was　come　home；　and　he　wouldn’t—no；　Mas’r　Davy；’　said
  Ham；　with　great　earnestness；　‘he　couldn’t；　kind…natur’d；　tender…
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  hearted　as　he　is；　see　them　two　together；　side　by　side；　for　all　the
  treasures　that’s　wrecked　in　the　sea。’
  I　felt　how　true　this　was。　I　knew　it；　on　the　instant；　quite　as　well　as
  Ham。
  ‘So　Em’ly　writes　in　pencil　on　a　bit　of　paper；’　he　pursued；　‘and
  gives　it　to　her　out　o’　winder　to　bring　here。　“Show　that；”　she　says；
  “to　my　aunt；　Mrs。　Barkis；　and　she’ll　set　you　down　by　her　fire；　for
  the　love　of　me；　till　uncle　is　gone　out；　and　I　can　come。”　By　and　by
  she　tells　me　what　I　tell　you；　Mas’r　Davy；　and　asks　me　to　bring　her。
  What　can　I　do？　She　doen’t　ought　to　know　any　such；　but　I　can’t
  deny　her；　when　the　tears　is　on　her　face。’
  He　put　his　hand　into　the　breast　of　his　shaggy　jacket；　and　took
  out　with　great　care　a　pretty　little　purse。
  ‘And　if　I　could　deny　her　when　the　tears　was　on　her　face；　Mas’r
  Davy；’　said　Ham；　tenderly　adjusting　it　on　the　rough　palm　of　his
  hand；　‘how　could　I　deny　her　when　she　give　me　this　to　carry　for
  her—knowing　what　she　brought　it　for？　Such　a　toy　as　it　is！’　said
  Ham；　thoughtfully　looking　on　it。　‘With　such　a　little　money　in　it；
  Em’ly　my　dear。’
  I　shook　him　warmly　by　the　hand　when　he　had　put　it　away
  again—for　that　was　more　satisfactory　to　me　than　saying
  anything—and　we　walked　up　and　down；　for　a　minute　or　two；　in
  silence。　The　door　opened　then；　and　Peggotty　appeared；　beckoning
  to　Ham　to　come　in。　I　would　have　kept　away；　but　she　came　after
  me；　entreating　me　to　come　in　too。　Even　then；　I　would　have　avoided
  the　room　where　they　all　were；　but　for　its　being　the　neat…tiled
  kitchen　I　have　mentioned　more　than　once。　The　door　opening
  immediately　into　it；　I　found　myself　among　them　beforeconsidered　whither　I　was　going。
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  The　girl—the　same　I　had　seen　upon　the　sands—was　near　the
  fire。　She　was　sitting　on　the　ground；　with　her　head　and　one　arm
  lying　on　a　chair。　I　fancied；　from　the　disposition　of　her　figure；　that
  Em’ly　had　but　newly　risen　from　the　chair；　and　that　the　forlorn
  head　might　perhaps　have　been　lying　on　her　lap。　I　saw　but　little　of
  the　girl’s　face；　over　which　her　hair　fell　loose　and　scattered；　as　if　she
  had　been　disordering　it　with　her　own　hands；　but　I　saw　that　she
  was　young；　and　of　a　fair　complexion。　Peggotty　had　been　crying。　So
  had　little　Em’ly。　Not　a　word　was　spoken　when　we　first　went　in；　and
  the　Dutch　clock　by　the　dresser　seemed；　in　the　silence；　to　tick　twice
  as　loud　as　usual。　Em’ly　spoke　first。
  ‘Martha　wants；’　she　said　to　Ham；　‘to　go　to　London。’
  ‘Why　to　London？’　returned　Ham。
  He　stood　between　them；　looking　on　the　prostrate　girl　with　a
  mixture　of　compassion　for　her；　and　of　jealousy　of　her　holding　any
  companionship　with　her　whom　he　loved　so　well；　which　I　have
  always　remembered　distinctly。　They　both　spoke　as　if　she　were　ill；
  in　a　soft；　suppressed　tone　that　was　plainly　heard；　although　it
  hardly　rose　above　a　whisper。
  ‘Better　there　than　here；’　said　a　third　voice　aloud—Martha’s；
  though　she　did　not　move。　‘No　one　knows　me　there。　Everybody
  knows　me　here。’
  ‘What　will　she　do　there？’　inquired　Ham。
  She　lifted　up　her　head；　and　looked　darkly　round　at　him　for　a
  moment；　then　laid　it　down　again；　and　curved　her　right　arm　about
  her　neck；　as　a　woman　in　a　fever；　or　in　an　agony　of　pain　from　a　shot；
  might　twist　herself。
  ‘She　will　try　to　do　well；’　said　little　Em’ly。　‘You　don’t　know　what
  she　has　said　to　us。　Does　he—do　they—aunt？’
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  Peggotty　shook　her　head　compassionately。
  ‘I’ll　try；’　said　Martha；　‘if　you’ll　help　me　away。　I　never　can　do
  worse　than　I　have　done　here。　I　may　do　better。　Oh！’　with　a　dreadful
  shiver；　‘take　me　out　of　these　streets；　where　the　whole　town　knows
  me　from　a　child！’
  As　Em’ly　held　out　her　hand　to　Ham；　I　saw　him　put　in　it　a　little
  canvas　bag。　She　took　it；　as　if　she　thought　it　were　her　purse；　and
  made　a　step　or　two　forward；　but　finding　her　mistake；　came　back　to
  where　he　had　retired　near　me；　and　showed　it　to　him。
  ‘It’s　all　yourn；　Em’ly；’　I　could　hear　him　say。　‘I　haven’t　nowt　in　all
  the　wureld　that　ain’t　yourn；　my　dear。　It　ain’t　of　no　delight　to　me；
  except　for　you！’
  The　tears　rose　freshly　in　her　eyes；　but　she　turned　away　and
  went　to　Martha。　What　she　gave　her；　I　don’t　know。　I　saw　her
  stooping　over　her；