第 120 节
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  devotion to him。 Deeply as I felt my own unconscious part in his
  pollution of an honest home; I believed that if I had been brought
  face to face with him; I could not have uttered one reproach。 I
  should have loved him so well still—though he fascinated me no
  longer—I should have held in so much tenderness the memory of
  my affection for him; that I think I should have been as weak as a
  spirit…wounded child; in all but the entertainment of a thought that
  we could ever be re…united。 That thought I never had。 I felt; as he
  had felt; that all was at an end between us。 What his
  remembrances of me were; I have never known—they were light
  enough; perhaps; and easily dismissed—but mine of him were as
  the remembrances of a cherished friend; who was dead。
  Yes; Steerforth; long removed from the scenes of this poor
  history! My sorrow may bear involuntary witness against you at
  the judgement Throne; but my angry thoughts or my reproaches
  never will; I know!
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  The news of what had happened soon spread through the town;
  insomuch that as I passed along the streets next morning; I
  overheard the people speaking of it at their doors。 Many were hard
  upon her; some few were hard upon him; but towards her second
  father and her lover there was but one sentiment。 Among all kinds
  of people a respect for them in their distress prevailed; which was
  full of gentleness and delicacy。 The seafaring men kept apart;
  when those two were seen early; walking with slow steps on the
  beach; and stood in knots; talking compassionately among
  themselves。
  It was on the beach; close down by the sea; that I found them。 It
  would have been easy to perceive that they had not slept all last
  night; even if Peggotty had failed to tell me of their still sitting just
  as I left them; when it was broad day。 They looked worn; and I
  thought Mr。 Peggotty’s head was bowed in one night more than in
  all the years I had known him。 But they were both as grave and
  steady as the sea itself; then lying beneath a dark sky; waveless—
  yet with a heavy roll upon it; as if it breathed in its rest—and
  touched; on the horizon; with a strip of silvery light from the
  unseen sun。
  ‘We have had a mort of talk; sir;’ said Mr。 Peggotty to me; when
  we had all three walked a little while in silence; ‘of what we ought
  and doen’t ought to do。 But we see our course now。’
  I happened to glance at Ham; then looking out to sea upon the
  distant light; and a frightful thought came into my mind—not that
  his face was angry; for it was not; I recall nothing but an
  expression of stern determination in it—that if ever he
  encountered Steerforth; he would kill him。
  ‘My dooty here; sir;’ said Mr。 Peggotty; ‘is done。 I’m a going to
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  seek my—’ he stopped; and went on in a firmer voice: ‘I’m a going
  to seek her。 That’s my dooty evermore。’
  He shook his head when I asked him where he would seek her;
  and inquired if I were going to London tomorrow? I told him I had
  not gone today; fearing to lose the chance of being of any service to
  him; but that I was ready to go when he would。
  ‘I’ll go along with you; sir;’ he rejoined; ‘if you’re agreeable;
  tomorrow。’
  We walked again; for a while; in silence。
  ‘Ham;’ he presently resumed;’ he’ll hold to his present work;
  and go and live along with my sister。 The old boat yonder—’
  ‘Will you desert the old boat; Mr。 Peggotty?’ I gently interposed。
  ‘My station; Mas’r Davy;’ he returned; ‘ain’t there no longer;
  and if ever a boat foundered; since there was darkness on the face
  of the deep; that one’s gone down。 But no; sir; no; I doen’t mean as
  it should be deserted。 Fur from that。’
  We walked again for a while; as before; until he explained:
  ‘My wishes is; sir; as it shall look; day and night; winter and
  summer; as it has always looked; since she fust know’d it。 If ever
  she should come a wandering back; I wouldn’t have the old place
  seem to cast her off; you understand; but seem to tempt her to
  draw nigher to ’ t; and to peep in; maybe; like a ghost; out of the
  wind and rain; through the old winder; at the old seat by the fire。
  Then; maybe; Mas’r Davy; seein’ none but Missis Gummidge
  there; she might take heart to creep in; trembling; and might come
  to be laid down in her old bed; and rest her weary head where it
  was once so gay。’
  I could not speak to him in reply; though I tried。
  ‘Every night;’ said Mr。 Peggotty; ‘as reg’lar as the night comes;
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  the candle must be stood in its old pane of glass; that if ever she
  should see it; it may seem to say “Come back; my child; come
  back!” If ever there’s a knock; Ham (partic’ler a soft knock); arter
  dark; at your aunt’s door; doen’t you go nigh it。 Let it be her—not
  you—that sees my fallen child!’
  He walked a little in front of us; and kept before us for some
  minutes。 During this interval; I glanced at Ham again; and
  observing the same expression on his face; and his eyes still
  directed to the distant light; I touched his arm。
  Twice I called him by his name; in the tone in which I might
  have tried to rouse a sleeper; before he heeded me。 When I at last
  inquired on what his thoughts were so bent; he replied:
  ‘On what’s afore me; Mas’r Davy; and over yon。’
  ‘On the life before you; do you mean?’ He had pointed
  confusedly out to sea。
  ‘Ay; Mas’r Davy。 I doen’t rightly know how ’tis; but from over
  yon there seemed to me to come—the end of it like;’ looking at me
  as if he were waking; but with the same determined face。
  ‘What end?’ I asked; possessed by my former fear。
  ‘I doen’t know;’ he said; thoughtfully; ‘I was calling to mind that
  the beginning of it all did take place here—and then the end come。
  But it’s gone! Mas’r Davy;’ he added; answering; as I think; my
  look; ‘you han’t no call to be afeerd of me: but I’m kiender
  muddled; I don’t fare to feel no matters;’—which was as much as
  to say that he was not himself; and quite confounded。
  Mr。 Peggotty stopping for us to join him: we did so; and said no
  more。 The remembrance of this; in connexion with my former
  thought; however; haunted me at intervals; even until the
  inexorable end came at its appointed time。
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  We insensibly approached the old boat; and entered。 Mrs。
  Gummidge; no longer moping in her especial corner; was busy
  preparing breakfast。 She took Mr。 Peggotty’s hat; and placed his
  seat for him; and spoke so comfortably and softly; that I hardly
  knew her。
  ‘Dan’l; my good man;’ said she; ‘you must eat and drink; and
  keep up your strength; for without it you’ll do nowt。 Try; that’s a
  dear soul! An if I disturb you with my clicketten;’ she meant her
  chattering; ‘tell me so; Dan’l; and I won’t。’
  When she had served us all; she withdrew to the window; where
  she sedulously employed herself in repairing some shirts and
  other clothes belonging to Mr。 Peggotty; and neatly folding and
  packing them in an old oilskin bag; such as sailors carry。
  Meanwhile; she continued talking; in the same quiet manner:
  ‘All times and seasons; you know; Dan’l;’ said Mrs。 Gummidge;
  ‘I shall be allus here; and everythink will look accordin’ to your
  wishes。 I’m a poor scholar; but I shall write to you; odd times;
  when you’re away; and send my letters to Mas’r Davy。 Maybe
  you’ll write to me too; Dan’l; odd times; and tell me how you fare to
  feel upon your lone lorn journies。’
  ‘You’ll be a solitary woman heer; I’m afeerd!’ said Mr。 Peggotty。
  ‘No; no; Dan’l;’ she returned; ‘I shan’t be that。 Doen’t you mind
  me。 I shall have enough to do to keep a Beein for you’ (Mrs。
  Gummidge meant a home); ‘again you come back—to keep a
  Beein here for any that may hap to come back; Dan’l。 In the fine
  time; I shall set outside the door as I used to do。 If any should come
  nigh; they shall see the old widder woman true to ’em; a long way
  off。’
  What a change in Mrs。 Gummidge in a little time! She was
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  another woman。 She was so devoted; she had such a quick
  perception of what it would be well to say; and what it would be
  well to leave unsaid; she was so forgetful of herself; and so
  regardful of the sorrow about her; that I held her in a sort of
  veneration。 The work she did that day! There were many things to
  be brought up from the beach and stored in the outhouse—as oars;
  nets; sails; cordage; spars; lobster…pots; bags of ballast; and the
  like; and though there was abundance of assistance rendered;
  there being not a pair of working hands on all that shore but
  would have laboured hard for Mr。 Peggotty; and been well paid in
  being asked to do it; yet she persisted; all day long; in toiling under
  weights that she was quite unequal to; and fagging to and fro on
  all sorts of unnecessary errands。