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Updated: May 25, 2025
But, a Bridegroom he designed to be. 'In three days' time. Next Thursday. The last day of the first month in the year. That's my wedding-day, said Tackleton. Did I mention that he had always one eye wide open, and one eye nearly shut; and that the one eye nearly shut, was always the expressive eye? I don't think I did. 'That's my wedding-day! said Tackleton, rattling his money.
Caleb's employer, Tackleton, in his large green cape and bull-headed looking mahogany tops, was then described as entering pretty much in the manner of what one might suppose to be that of an ogrish toy-merchant.
So Tackleton went to Tilly Slowboy's relief; and he too kicked and knocked; and he too failed to get the least reply. But he thought of trying the handle of the door; and as it opened easily, he peeped in, looked in, went in, and soon came running out again. 'John Peerybingle, said Tackleton, in his ear. 'I hope there has been nothing nothing rash in the night?
'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, bride-cake, 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!
I was going to say, as you have that sort of appearance, your company will produce a favourable effect on Mrs. Tackleton that will be. And, though I don't think your good lady's very friendly to me in this matter, still she can't help herself from falling into my views, for there's a compactness and cosiness of appearance about her that always tells, even in an indifferent case.
The Blind Girl never knew they had a master, cold, exacting, and uninterested never knew that Tackleton was Tackleton in short; but lived in the belief of an eccentric humourist who loved to have his jest with them, and who, while he was the Guardian Angel of their lives, disdained to hear one word of thankfulness. And all was Caleb's doing; all the doing of her simple father!
"Why?" returned the other. "That's a new way of receiving an invitation. Why, for pleasure sociability, you know, and all that." "I thought you were never sociable," said John in his plain way. "Tchah! It's of no use to be anything but free with you, I see," said Tackleton.
Wouldn't you, May? Though May didn't say yes, she certainly didn't say no, or express no, by any means. Tackleton laughed quite shouted, he laughed so loud. John Peerybingle laughed too, in his ordinary good-natured and contented manner; but his was a mere whisper of a laugh, to Tackleton's. 'You couldn't help yourselves, for all that. You couldn't resist us, you see, said Tackleton.
He pointed to where Dot was sitting, thoughtfully, before the fire; leaning her dimpled chin upon her hand, and watching the bright blaze. The Carrier looked at her, and then at him, and then at her, and then at him again. 'She honours and obeys, no doubt, you know, said Tackleton; 'and that, as I am not a man of sentiment, is quite enough for ME. But do you think there's anything more in it?
You'll say you'll come? 'We have made the promise to ourselves these six months. We think, you see, that home 'Bah! what's home? cried Tackleton. 'Four walls and a ceiling! I would! I always do. Come to me! 'You kill your Crickets, eh? said John. 'Scrunch 'em, sir, returned the other, setting his heel heavily on the floor.
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