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Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870

"The Cricket on the Hearth"

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'But I can't spare her,' returned Edward. 'I couldn't think of
it.'
'What do you mean, you vagabond?' said Tackleton.
'I mean, that as I can make allowance for your being vexed,'
returned the other, with a smile, 'I am as deaf to harsh discourse
this morning, as I was to all discourse last night.'
The look that Tackleton bestowed upon him, and the start he gave!
'I am sorry, sir,' said Edward, holding out May's left hand, and
especially the third finger; 'that the young lady can't accompany
you to church; but as she has been there once, this morning,
perhaps you'll excuse her.'
Tackleton looked hard at the third finger, and took a little piece
of silver-paper, apparently containing a ring, from his waistcoat-
pocket.
'Miss Slowboy,' said Tackleton. 'Will you have the kindness to
throw that in the fire? Thank'ee.'
'It was a previous engagement, quite an old engagement, that
prevented my wife from keeping her appointment with you, I assure
you,' said Edward.
'Mr. 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.


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