Nude on the Beach

Nude on the Beach
One Moment in Time
precious time
Red Hat Girl
'Bless the precious boy!' cried Peggotty, taking hold of me. 'What is it? Speak, my pet!' ¡¡¡¡'Not dead, too! Oh, she's not dead, Peggotty?' ¡¡¡¡Peggotty cried out No! with an astonishing volume of voice; and then sat down, and began to pant, and said I had given her a turn. ¡¡¡¡I gave her a hug to take away the turn, or to give her another turn in the right direction, and then stood before her, looking at her in anxious inquiry. ¡¡¡¡'You see, dear, I should have told you before now,' said Peggotty, 'but I hadn't an opportunity. I ought to have made it, perhaps, but I couldn't azackly' - that was always the substitute for exactly, in Peggotty's militia of words
oil painting- 'bring my mind to it.' ¡¡¡¡'Go on, Peggotty,' said I, more frightened than before. ¡¡¡¡'Master Davy,' said Peggotty, untying her bonnet with a shaking hand, and speaking in a breathless sort of way. 'What do you think? You have got a Pa!' ¡¡¡¡I trembled, and turned white. Something - I don't know what, or how - connected with the grave in the churchyard, and the raising of the dead, seemed to strike me like an unwholesome wind. ¡¡¡¡'A new one,' said Peggotty. ¡¡¡¡'A new one?' I repeated. ¡¡¡¡Peggotty gave a gasp, as if she were swallowing something that was very hard, and, putting out her hand, said: ¡¡¡¡'Come and see him.' ¡¡¡¡'I don't want to see him.'