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‘I do not understand you. I thought every one had heard about it. “We suspect that Mary is alive, and we think she will
try to contact you if she ever tracks you down. She was shifting, moving back. Waving a white flag, naturally. "So the wheelman told you? I've always spoken it, though I can neither read nor
write it. "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. ’
For a moment or two there was dead silence in the parlour. Mike and Shari sat at the kitchen table eating
potato chips. His heart beat wildly and he was afraid lest the strain be too much; but the girl
shook her head and smiled and pointed to the top of the mountain. “I wish that I could forget it,” he said.
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