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"Oh, bybie!" exclaimed Tottie Bones, when, having clambered to the top of the knoll, she sat down on a tree-root and gazed on the cottage and the farm-yard, where hens were scratching in the interest of active chickens, and cows were standing in blank felicity, and pigs were revelling in dirt and sunshine "Oh, bybie! it's 'eaven upon earth, ain't it, darling?"
"But I shouldn't be surprised but wot they'd stand an' look in one another's fyces wivout s'yin' a word, for a week or so by the Time Above, an' the tears a-runnin' down an' never stoppin'!" "Garn! There ain't no cryin' in 'Eaven," said W. Keyse, beginning on the bread-and-butter. "The Bible tells you so!" "That's right enough.
"See!" cried Mavis, as she turned out the pockets of her cloak. To her great surprise, many gold coins rolled on to the floor. "Gawd in 'Eaven!" cried Miss Ewer, as she stooped to pick them up.
"To tell you the truth, I aren't quite done thinkin' about it yet. Mad? The man was a dumb lunatic must 'ave been for months years p'raps. I know somethin' o' maniacs, as every man in the Service must. I've been shipmates with a mad skipper an' a lunatic Number One, but never both together I thank 'Eaven.
"That 'right gal, according to the notions of some of 'em," retorted Mrs. Wilkins, "'er place ain't down 'ere among us mere mortals; 'er place is up in 'eaven with a 'arp and a golden crown.
'Elizabeth, I interposed, 'we don't want your advice. Go away at once. 'I ain't done yet. You'll be glad o' my advice in the end. Experience 'elps a lot. Some men wot's goin' to be married gets a sort o' funk at the last minnit and, bless you, they'd wriggle out o' it, yes, even if they was goin' to marry an angel out o' 'eaven.
I looked round, as well as darkness and water would allow, and observed an object floating near me. I pushed towards it, and just as I caught hold, I heard a panting voice exclaim "'Eaven be praised!" "Amen," said I; "is that you, Lancey?" "It is, sir, an' I'm right glad to 'ear your voice. Cetch a tight 'old, sir; it's big enough for two." "What is it?" I asked.
"Well," answered Sam slowly, as he put himself at her side and slouched heavily along the side-walk with her. "She's all right leastways I reckon she ought to be; she's in 'eaven now." "Oh, Sam!" said Katrine, in a shocked voice, "is she dead? How did she die? when?" "Why, I reckon it was the cold like, she kind of froze to death.
Well, at six o'clock of a rainy afternoon, she was seized with an unaccountable desire for vegetable marrows, and Mr. 'Eaven put the pony in the cart and went to Woodmucket for them, which is a great advantage to be so near a town and yet 'ave the quietude." Mr. Heaven is merged, like Mr. Jellyby, in the more shining qualities of his wife. A line of description is too long for him.
The Frenchman gave a little hysterical laugh; then, with tears in his eyes, he seized the hand of the Englishman and wrung it rapturously. "Oh, mon ami, mon cher ami!" cried he, "'eaven will bless you. I am 'appy that you say that. You vill see 'im? Yes? You vill 'old 'is 'and ven he do die? He sall have one friend to kiss his poor front? Oh, I am content; I am gay."
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