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Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870

"The Cricket on the Hearth"

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. There never were congratulations so endearing and
delicious, as those she lavished on herself and on the Bride.
Amid the tumult of emotions in his breast, the honest Carrier had
stood, confounded. Flying, now, towards her, Dot stretched out her
hand to stop him, and retreated as before.
'No, John, no! Hear all! Don't love me any more, John, till
you've heard every word I have to say. It was wrong to have a
secret from you, John. I'm very sorry. I didn't think it any
harm, till I came and sat down by you on the little stool last
night. But when I knew by what was written in your face, that you
had seen me walking in the gallery with Edward, and when I knew
what you thought, I felt how giddy and how wrong it was.


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