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"She's such a con-founded idiot," muttered Tackleton, "that I was afraid she'd never comprehend me. Ah, Bertha! Married! Church, parson, clerk, beadle, glass coach, bells, breakfast, bridecake, favours, marrow-bones, cleavers, and all the rest of the tomfoolery. A wedding, you know; a wedding. Don't you know what a wedding is?" "I know," replied the Blind Girl in a gentle tone. "I understand!"
'Do you? muttered Tackleton. 'It's more than I expected. Well! On that account I want to join the party, and to bring May and her mother. I'll send in a little something or other, before the afternoon. A cold leg of mutton, or some comfortable trifle of that sort. You'll expect me? 'Yes, she answered. She had drooped her head, and turned away; and so stood, with her hands crossed, musing.
With a screw-jaw opening down into his waistcoat, he'd be lovely." "Not ugly enough," said Tackleton. "Or for a fire-box either," observed Caleb in deep contemplation, "what a model! Unscrew his head to put the matches in; turn him heels up'ards for the light; and what a fire-box for a gentleman's mantel-shelf, just as he stands!" "Not half ugly enough," said Tackleton. "Nothing in him at all.
"Do you hear that, father?" cried the Blind Girl in an ecstasy. "Yes, yes, I hear it," murmured Caleb with the fixed look of a sleep-walker; "but I don't believe it. It's one of my lies, I've no doubt." "You see I I want to bring the Peerybingles a little more into company with May Fielding," said Tackleton. "I'm going to be married to May." "Married!" cried the Blind Girl, starting from him.
'I'm glad it's gone, muttered Tackleton, turning the expressive eye all round the room. 'I wonder where it's gone, and what it was. Humph! Caleb, come here! Who's that with the grey hair? 'I don't know, sir, returned Caleb in a whisper. 'Never see him before, in all my life. A beautiful figure for a nut-cracker; quite a new model.
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!" Little woman, how she sobbed! John Perrybingle would have caught her in his arms. But no; she wouldn't let him. "Don't love me yet, please, John! Not for a long time yet! No keep there, please, John!
Tackleton will do me the justice to acknowledge that I revealed it to him faithfully; and that I told him, many times, I never could forget it," said May, blushing. "Oh, certainly!" said Tackleton. "Oh, to be sure! Oh, it's all right, it's quite correct! Mrs. Edward Plummer, I infer?" "That's the name," returned the bridegroom. "Ah!
"I mean," returned the Carrier, "to do her the greatest kindness, and make her the best reparation, in my power. I can release her from the daily pain of an unequal marriage, and the struggle to conceal it. She shall be as free as I can render her." "Make her reparation!" exclaimed Tackleton, twisting and turning his great ears with his hands. "There must be something wrong here.
May seemed to know which to do; for the colour flashed into her face, and tears stood in her eyes. "Even the very persons themselves real live young men we fixed on sometimes," said Dot. "We little thought how things would come about. I never fixed on John, I'm sure; I never so much as thought of him. And, if I had told you you were ever to be married to Mr. Tackleton, why, you'd have slapped me.
It stuck to the premises of Gruff and Tackleton like a barnacle to a ship's keel, or a snail to a door, or a little bunch of toadstools to the stem of a tree.
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