he’s a damned villain!”
Mr. Peggotty uttered no cry, and shed no tear, and moved no more, until he seemed to wake again, all at once, and pulled down his rough coat from its peg in a corner.
“Bear a hand with this! I’m struck of a heap, and can’t do it,” he said, impatiently. “Bear a hand and help me. Well!” when somebody had done so. “Now give me that theer hat!”
Ham asked him whither he was going.
“I’m a-going to seek my niece. I’m a-going to seek my Em’ly. I’m a-going, first, to stave in that theer boat, and sink it where I would have drownded him , as I’m a living soul, if I had had one thought of what was in him! As he sat afore me,” he said, wildly, holding out his clenched right hand, “as he sat afore me, face to face, strike me down dead, but I’d have drownded him, and thought it right!—I’m a-going to seek my niece.”