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"'Mostly afoot,' he rejoined.
"'Sometimes in carts, along with people going to market.
"'Sometimes in empty coaches.'
many mile a day afoot and often with some poor soldier or another travelling to see his friends i couldn't talk to him said mr peggotty nor he to me but we was company for one another too along the dusty roads i should have known that by his friendly tone when i come to any town
he pursued i found the inn and waited about the yard till someone turned up someone mostly did as knowed english then i told how i was on my way to seek my niece and they told me what manner of gentlefolks was in the house and i waited to see any as seemed like her going in or out
When it weren't Emily, I went on again.
But little and little, when I come to a new village or that, among the poor people, I found they knew it about me.
They would set me down at their cottage doors and give me what not for to eat and drink, and show me where to sleep.
And many a woman, Master Davy, as has had a daughter of about Emily's age, I found awaiting for me, at our saviour's cross outside the village, for to do me similar kindnesses.
Some has had daughters as was dead, and God only knows how good them mothers was to me.
It was Martha at the door.
I saw her haggard, listening face distinctly.
My dread was lest he should turn his head and see her too.
They would often put their children, particular their little girls, said Mr. Peggedy, upon my knee, and many a time you might have seen me sitting at their doors when night was coming in, almost as if they'd been my darlings' children.
Overpowered by sudden grief, he sobbed aloud.
I laid my trembling hand upon the hand he put before his face.
Thank you, sir, he said.
Don't take no notice.
In a very little while he took his hand away and put it on his breast and went on with his story.