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Mrs Gummidge had been in a low state all day, and had burst into tears in the forenoon, when the fire smoked. 'I am a long lorn creetur',' were Mrs Gummidge's words, when that unpleasant occurence took place, 'and everythink goes contrairy with me.'

'Oh, it'll soon leave off,' said Peggoty - I again mean our Peggotty - 'and besides, you know, it's not more disagreeable to you than to us.'

'I feel it more,' said Mrs Gummidge.

[...]She was constantly complaining of the cold, and of its occasioning a visitation in her back which she called 'the creeps'. At last she shed tears on that subject, and said again that she was 'a lone lorn creetur' and everythink went contrairy with her'.

'It is certainly very cold,' said Peggotty. 'Everybody must feel it so.'

'I feel it more than other people,' said Mrs Gummidge.