them in his comfortable satisfaction, as he looked alternately at us and at the fire.

‘I doen’t know but I am. Not, you see, to look at.’

‘Not azackly,’ observed Peggotty.

‘No,’ laughed Mr. Peggotty, ‘not to look at, but to — to consider on, you know. I doen’t care, bless you! Now I tell you. When I go a looking and looking about that theer pritty house of our Em’ly’s, I’m — I’m Gormed,’ said Mr. Peggotty, with sudden emphasis — ‘theer! I can’t say more — if I doen’t feel as if the littlest things was her, a’most. I takes ‘em up and I put ‘em down, and I touches of ‘em as delicate as if they was our Em’ly. So