‘You are stubborn like a mule. A woman has a perfect right to
choose her own husband, but Nigel seemed to think that there was something a
little mysterious about your treatment of him. ’ She drew a heavy breath. She practiced
swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her
imaginary infant boy. "
By Wild's advice, the usual constabulary force was greatly augmented. "
"And I'm glad your worship's recognition doesn't come too late," observed the
Master. "Come to my arms,
Thames! Oh! dear! Oh! dear!"
To repeat the questions and congratulations which now ensued, or describe the
extravagant joy of the carpenter, who, after he had hugged his adopted son to his
breast with such warmth as almost to squeeze the breath from his body, capered
around the room, threw his wig into the empty fire-grate, and committed various
other fantastic actions, in order to get rid of his superfluous satisfaction—to
describe the scarcely less extravagant raptures of his spouse, or the more
subdued, but not less heartfelt delight of Winifred, would be a needless task, as it
must occur to every one's imagination. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited.
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