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'He's at home, sir,' returned Peggotty, 'but he's bad abed with the rheumatics.' 'Don't he go over to Blunderstone now?' I asked. 'When he's well he do,' she answered. 'Do YOU ever go there, Mrs. Barkis?' She looked at me more attentively, and I noticed a quick movement of her hands towards each other. 'Because I want to ask a question about a house there, that they call the - what is it? - the Rookery,' said I. She took a step backward, and put out her hands in an undecided frightened way, as if to keep me off. 'Peggotty!' I cried to her. She cried, 'My darling boy!' and we both burst into tears, and were locked in one another's arms. What extravagances she committed; what laughing and crying over me; what pride she showed, what joy, what sorrow that she whose pride and joy I might have been, could never hold me in a fond embrace; I have not the heart to tell. I was troubled with no misgiving that it was young in me to respond to her emotions. I had never laughed and cried in all my life, I dare say - not even to her - more freely than I did that morning. 'Barkis will be so glad,' said Peggotty, wiping her eyes with her apron, 'that it'll do him more good than pints of liniment. May I go and tell him you are here? Will you come up and see him, my dear?' Of course I would. But Peggotty could not get out of the room as easily as she meant to, for as often as she got to the door and looked round at me, she came back again to have another laugh and another cry upon my shoulder. At last, to make the matter easier, I went upstairs with her; and having waited outside for a minute, while she said a word of preparation to Mr. Barkis, presented myself before that invalid. He received me with absolute enthusiasm. He was too rheumatic to |
