the night watch by rembrandt

the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
wonder,' said Peggotty, who was sometimes seized with a fit of wondering on some most unexpected topic, 'what's become of Davy's great-aunt?' 'Lor, Peggotty!' observed my mother, rousing herself from a reverie, 'what nonsense you talk!' ¡¡¡¡'Well, but I really do wonder, ma'am,' said Peggotty. ¡¡¡¡'What can have put such a person in your head?' inquired my mother. 'Is there nobody else in the world to come there?' ¡¡¡¡'I don't know how it is,' said Peggotty, 'unless it's on account of being stupid, but my head never can pick and choose its people. They come and they go, and they don't come and they don't go, just as they likv
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e. I wonder what's become of her?' ¡¡¡¡'How absurd you are, Peggotty!' returned my mother. 'One would suppose you wanted a second visit from her.' ¡¡¡¡'Lord forbid!' cried Peggotty. ¡¡¡¡'Well then, don't talk about such uncomfortable things, there's a good soul,' said my mother. 'Miss Betsey is shut up in her cottage by the sea, no doubt, and will remain there. At all events, she is not likely ever to trouble us again.' ¡¡¡¡'No!' mused Peggotty. 'No, that ain't likely at all. - I wonder, if she was to die, whether she'd leave Davy anything?'