That was
how I was born. My early childhood was extremely
happy, as my beautiful mother and kind Peggotty took care of me. But when I was about eight, a shadow passed
over my happiness. My mother often went
out walking, in her best clothes, with a gentleman called Mr Murdstone. He had black hair, a big black moustache and
an unpleasant smile, and seemed to be very fond of my mother.
I was
very excited when we climbed into the cart, although it was sad saying goodbye
to my mother. When we got down from the
cart in Yarmouth, after our journey. Now
I was introduced to the Peggotty family.
There was Daniel Peggotty, a kind old sailor. Although he was not married, he had adopted two orphans, who
lived with him and called him Uncle. Ham
Peggotty and Emily. They all welcomed Peggotty and me warmly.
I spent a
wonderfully happy two weeks there, playing all day on the beach with Emily. I am
sure I was in love with Emily in my childish way, and I cried bitterly when we
had to say goodbye at the end of the holiday.
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