need to be so fearsome, and take on so much. What? You’ll go along with me? — Well! come along with me — come!

If her uncle was turned out of house and home, and forced to lay down in a dyke, Mas’r Davy,’ said Mr. Peggotty, with no less pride than before, ‘it’s my belief she’d go along with him, now! But there’ll be someone else, soon, — someone else, soon, Em’ly!’

Afterwards, when I went upstairs, as I passed the door of my little chamber, which was dark, I had an indistinct impression of her being within it, cast down upon the floor.

But, whether it was really she, or whether it was a confusion of the shadows in the room, I don’t know now.