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“Yes,” she said, very faintly. Damn! I’ve splashed. ” Rhea whispered. Earles strode into the waiting-room. "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. "Hold hard," cried he, addressing the waterman; "I'll give the gentleman a lift. Anna, why will you persist in this single-handed combat with life?” “Don’t!” she cried. Jack Kimble nodded eagerly. One of the reasons why I decline to talk is this: that boy's punishment will be enough.
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