‘When she was—lost,’ said Mr. Peggotty, clarisonic outlet online ‘I know’d in my mind,
as he would take her to them countries. I know’d in my mind, as
he’d have told her wonders of ’em, and how she was to be a lady
theer, and how he got her to listen to him fust, along o’ sech like.
When we see his mother, I know’d quite well as I was right. I went
across-channel to France, and landed theer, as if I’d fell down
from the sky.’
I saw the door move, and the snow drift in. I saw it move a little
more, and a hand softly interpose to keep it open.
‘I found out an English gen’leman as was in authority,’ said Mr.
Peggotty, ‘and told him I was a-going to seek my niece. He got me
them papers as I wanted fur to carry me through—I doen’t rightly
know how they’re called—and he would have give me money, but
that I was thankful to have no need on. I thank him kind, for all he
done, I’m sure! “I’ve wrote afore you,” he says to me, “and I shall
speak to many as will come that way, and many will know you, fur
distant from here, when you’re a-travelling alone.” I told him, best
as I was able, what my gratitoode was, and went away through
France.’