Whatever he wrote he was: he became this or that character, he suffered or
prospered equally. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd. Lucy had baked the apple and
pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and
adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while
no one looked. “I told you
I did not love you. "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. “I couldn’t help it. ” She said with love for them.
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