‘Miss Dartle,’ I returned, ‘you deepen the injury.

It is sufficient already. I will only say, at parting, that you do him a great wrong.’

‘I do him no wrong,’ she returned. ‘They are a depraved, worthless set. I would have her whipped!’

Mr. Peggotty passed on, without a word, and went out at the door.

‘Oh, shame, Miss Dartle! shame!’ I said indignantly. ‘How can you bear to trample on his undeserved affliction!’

‘I would trample on them all,’ she answered.

‘I would have his house pulled down. I would have her branded on the face, dressed in rags, and cast out