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I made my gentleman a distant bow, and Peggotty barely recognized him. He was, at first, somewhat disconcerted to meet us two together; but quickly decided what to do, and came up to me. 'I hope,' he said, 'that you are doing well?' 'It can hardly be interesting to you,' said I. 'Yes, if you wish to know.' We looked at each other, and he addressed himself to Peggotty. 'And you,' said he. 'I am sorry to observe that you have lost your husband.' 'It's not the first loss I have had in my life, Mr. Murdstone,' replied Peggotty, trembling from head to foot. 'I am glad to hope that there is nobody to blame for this one, - nobody to answer for it.' 'Ha!' said he; 'that's a comfortable reflection. You have done your duty?' 'I have not worn anybody's life away,' said Peggotty, 'I am thankful to think! No, Mr. Murdstone, I have not worrited and frightened any sweet creetur to an early grave!' He eyed her gloomily - remorsefully I thought - for an instant; and said, turning his head towards me, but looking at my feet instead of my face: 'We are not likely to encounter soon again; - a source of satisfaction to us both, no doubt, for such meetings as this can never be agreeable. I do not expect that you, who always rebelled against my just authority, exerted for your benefit and reformation, should owe me any good-will now. There is an antipathy between us -' 'An old one, I believe?' said I, interrupting him. He smiled, and shot as evil a glance at me as could come from his dark eyes. 'It rankled in your baby breast,' he said. 'It embittered the life of your poor mother. You are right. I hope you may do better, |
