“On no, John, no over. Do not say its over yet! I have heard your noble words and they have affected me with such deep gratitude. Do not say it is over, till the clock has struck again!” She had entered shortly after Tackleton and had remained there with her eyes fixed upon her husband. “Well!”, muttered Tackleton, “I must be off, for when the clock strikes again, itll be necessary for me to be upon my way to church. Good morning, John Perrybingle, Im sorry for the loss and the occasion of it too!” The Carrier stood looking after him, and then, with a deep sigh, went strolling like a restless, broken man; unwilling to return until the clock was on the eve of striking. His little wife, being left alone, sobbed piteously; but often dried her eyes and checked herself, to say how good he was, how excellent he was! And once or twice she laughed; so heartily and incoherently (still crying all the time), that Tilly was quote horrified. – C. Dickens A Cricket on the Hearth
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