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'Aye, aye,' he answered, 'you told me all that. There let it rest. We have said enough!'

'All the way where?' inquired the carrier.

'This idea of Mrs. Micawber's, my dear Copperfield,' said Mr. Micawber, making his shirt-collar meet in front of his chin, and glancing at me sideways, 'is, in fact, the Leap to which I alluded, when I last had the pleasure of seeing you.'

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She had not yet sufficiently recovered from her agitation to be quite prepared for the visit we had to make. She desired me to get into the chariot, and to tell the coachman to drive slowly up and down a little while. She said no more, except, 'My dear child, never ask me what it was, and don't refer to it,' until she had perfectly regained her composure, when she told me she was quite herself now, and we might get out. On her giving me her purse to pay the driver, I found that all the guineas were gone, and only the loose silver remained.

'I suppose you are a pretty sharp fellow still? Eh, Brooks?'

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'Miss Dartle,' I returned, 'pray do not think -'

'How absurd you are, Peggotty!' returned my mother. 'One would suppose you wanted a second visit from her.'

<'I don't know how it can be,' said Mr. Dick, sorely puzzled and shaking his head. 'I don't think I am as old as that.''I think she got to be more timid, and more frightened-like, of late; and that a hard word was like a blow to her. But she was always the same to me. She never changed to her foolish Peggotty, didn't my sweet girl.'

Mrs. Steerforth appeared to me to regret having been a little nettled; for she presently said, in a kind tone:

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<'Yes, ma'am,' I said.My right hand was in my mother's left, so I gave him the other.

Steerforth only nodded; but with such a pleased expression of interest, and of participation in Mr. Peggotty's feelings, that the latter answered him as if he had spoken.

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