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Part 5 She had sent her father a telegram from the East Strand post-office worded thus: | All | is | well | with | |————-|—————-|—————|—————|————-| | and | quite | safe | Veronica | ——————————————————————————- me | | and afterward she had dined a la carte upon a cutlet, and had then set herself to write an answer to Mr. "I was at Tyburn. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. "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. The overnight nervous strain began to tell; she became inattentive to the work before her, and it did not get on. And now— I suppose I should be considered too old.
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