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He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees,
now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. "
"Not in the least, Sir," replied Tom, in a drowsy tone, and with a look seeming to
imply that he was too much accustomed to odd noises at night to heed them. Better even than these. Wood,
whose loss I shall ever deplore. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but
still curiously persistent. "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. ’
‘Yes, but what is it, Jacques?’ demanded the lady. “Why, I do not know. Red apples and
snow! How often had these two things entered his thoughts since his wanderings
began? Red apples and snow!—and never again to behold them!
"I am going out for a little while," she said. \"The servants will hear you!\"
\"I don't care! Why do you?” She cried.
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