about myself; but it come up so nat’ral, that I yielded to it afore I was aweer.’

‘You are a self-denying soul,’ said my aunt, ‘and will have your reward.’

Mr. Peggotty, with the shadows of the leaves playing athwart his face, made a surprised inclination of the head towards my aunt, as an acknowledgement of her good opinion; then took up the thread he had relinquished.

‘When my Em’ly took flight,’ he said, in stern wrath for the moment, ‘from the house wheer she was made a prisoner by that theer spotted snake as Mas’r Davy see, — and his story’s trew, and may GOD confound him! — she took flight in the night.

It was a dark night, with a many stars a-shining.