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THE CHIMES. |
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" No !" cried the voice of this same somebody; a generous and jolly voice it was ! " Not even you. Not even you. The first kiss of Meg in the New Year is mine. Mine! I have been waiting outside the house, this hour, to hear the Bells and claim it. Meg, my precious prize, a happy year! A life of happy years, my darling wife !"
And Richard smothered her with kisses.
You never in all your life saw anything like Trotty after this. I don't care where you have lived or what you have seen; you never in your life saw anything at all approaching him ! He sat down in his chair and beat his knees and cried; he sat down in his chair and beat his knees and laughed; he sat down in his chair and beat his knees and laughed and cried together; he got out of his chair and hugged Meg; he got out of his chair and hugged Richard; he got out of his chair and hugged them both at once; he kept running up to Meg, and squeezing her fresh face between his hands and kissing it, going from her backwards not to lose sight of it, and running up again like a figure in a magic lantern; and whatever he did, he was constantly sitting himself down in this chair, and never stopping in it for one single moment; being—that's the truth—beside himself with joy.
"And to-morrow's your wedding day, my pet!" cried Trotty. " Your real, happy wedding-day !"
" To-day !" cried Richard, shaking hands with him. " To-day. The Chimes are ringing in the New Year. Hear them !"
They were ringing! Bless their sturdy hearts, they were ringing! Great Bells as they were: melodious, deep-mouthed, noble Bells ; cast in no common metal; made by no common founder ; when had they ever chimed like that before !
"But to-day, my Pet," said Trotty. "You and Richard had some words to-day."
"Because he's such a bad fellow, father," said Meg. "An't you, Richard ? Such a headstrong, violent man ! He'd have made no more of speaking his mind to that great Alderman, and putting him down I don't know where, than he would of------"
" —Kissing Meg," suggested Richard. Doing it too !
" No. Not a bit more," said Meg. " But I wouldn't let him, father. Where would have been the use ! "
" Richard my boy! " cried Trotty. " You was turned up Trumps originally; and Trumps you must be, till you die ! But you were crying by the fire to-night, my pet, when I came home ! Why did you cry by the fire ?"
" I was thinking of the years we've passed together, father. Only that. And thinking you might miss me, and be lonely." |
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