The stranger concluded he could not be far from his
destination, and a turn in the road showed him the house. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have
to tell my part in it all, too. Ireton; for may I be hanged myself if I don't believe he'll be as good as his
word. "
So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow,
proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted,
crackled within the rusty grate. ‘He told me everything, if you mean Gerald. Do not disquiet yourself. After a careful
search below, he could detect no trace of Blueskin. "Come to my arms,
Thames! Oh! dear! Oh! dear!"
To repeat the questions and congratulations which now ensued, or describe the
extravagant joy of the carpenter, who, after he had hugged his adopted son to his
breast with such warmth as almost to squeeze the breath from his body, capered
around the room, threw his wig into the empty fire-grate, and committed various
other fantastic actions, in order to get rid of his superfluous satisfaction—to
describe the scarcely less extravagant raptures of his spouse, or the more
subdued, but not less heartfelt delight of Winifred, would be a needless task, as it
must occur to every one's imagination. I'll go alone. I
want my freedom. Never sent for the shirt.
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