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Updated: May 25, 2025
Caleb Plummer and his Blind Daughter lived all alone by themselves, in a little cracked nutshell of a wooden house, which was, in truth, no better than a pimple on the prominent red-brick nose of Gruff and Tackleton.
And it WAS right, John! And they were brought together, John! And they were married, John, an hour ago! And here's the Bride! And Gruff and Tackleton may die a bachelor! And I'm a happy little woman, May, God bless you!" She was an irresistible little woman, if that be anything to the purpose; and never so completely irresistible as in her present transports.
'I have had but a poor night, Master Tackleton, returned the Carrier, shaking his head: 'for I have been a good deal disturbed in my mind. But it's over now! Can you spare me half an hour or so, for some private talk? 'I came on purpose, returned Tackleton, alighting. 'Never mind the horse. He'll stand quiet enough, with the reins over this post, if you'll give him a mouthful of hay.
Come! Bring that box! All right now, I hope?" "Oh, quite gone! Quite gone!" said the little woman, waving him hurriedly away. "Good night!" "Good night!" said Tackleton. "Good night, John Peerybingle! Take care how you carry that box, Caleb. Let it fall, and I'll murder you! Dark as pitch, and weather worse than ever, eh? Good night!"
'I don't think you will, muttered Tackleton, looking at her; 'for you seem to have forgotten all about it, already. Caleb! 'I may venture to say I'm here, I suppose, thought Caleb. 'Sir! 'Take care she don't forget what I've been saying to her. 'SHE never forgets, returned Caleb. 'It's one of the few things she an't clever in.
And I have done with him! 'Oh! Well, I think he has got off pretty easy, said Tackleton, taking a chair. The sneer was lost upon the Carrier, who sat down too, and shaded his face with his hand, for some little time, before proceeding. 'You showed me last night, he said at length, 'my wife; my wife that I love; secretly 'And tenderly, insinuated Tackleton.
Well! if you'll believe me, they had not been dancing five minutes, when suddenly the Carrier flings his pipe away, takes Dot round the waist, dashes out into the room, and starts off with her, toe and heel, quite wonderfully. Tackleton no sooner sees this than he skims across to Mrs. Fielding, takes her round the waist, and follows suit.
He couldn't help showing it in his manner. "Good night, my dear friend!" said Tackleton compassionately. "I'm off. We're exactly alike in reality, I see. You won't give us to-morrow evening? Well! Next day you go out visiting, I know. I'll meet you there, and bring my wife that is to be. It'll do her good. You're agreeable? Thankee. What's that?"
Tackleton, she said, That he was in a moral point of view an undeniable individual, and That he was in an eligible point of view a son-in-law to be desired, no one in their senses could doubt.
'Why, it's our wedding-day too, exclaimed the Carrier. 'Ha ha! laughed Tackleton. 'Odd! You're just such another couple. Just! The indignation of Dot at this presumptuous assertion is not to be described. What next? His imagination would compass the possibility of just such another Baby, perhaps. The man was mad. 'I say!
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