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... fire, and I wasmeditating an escape to Peggotty without having the hardihood toslip away, lest it should offend the master of the house, a coachdrove up to the garden-gate and he went out to receive the visitor.My mother followed him. I was timidly following her, when sheturned round at the parlour door, in the dusk, and taking me in herembrace as she had been used to do, whispered me to love my ...

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