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Chapter 86
'Haven't you ANY children, Mr. Peggotty?' 'No, master,' he answered with a short laugh. 'I'm a bacheldore.' 'A bachelor!' I said, astonished. 'Why, who's that, Mr. Peggotty?' pointing to the person in the apron who was knitting. 'That's Missis Gummidge,' said Mr. Peggotty. 'Gummidge, Mr. Peggotty?' But at this point Peggotty—I mean my own peculiar Peggotty—made such impressive motions to me not to ask any more questions, that I could only sit and look at all the silent company, until it was time to go to bed. Then, in the privacy of my own little cabin, she informed me that Ham and Em'ly were an orphan nephew and niece, whom my host had at different times adopted in their childhood, when they were left destitute: and that Mrs. Gummidge was the widow of his partner in a boat, who had d
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