Caleb wondered what this meant ; perceiving that she spoke to him , no less than to his daughter . He saw her , with astonishment , so fluttered and distressed that she could scarcely breathe ; and holding to a chair , to save herself from falling . `` They are wheels indeed ! '' she panted . `` Coming nearer ! Nearer ! Very close ! And now you hear them stopping at the garden-gate ! And now you hear a step outside the door -- the same step , Bertha , is it not ? -- and now -- ! '' She uttered a wild cry of uncontrollable delight ; and running up to Caleb , put her hands upon his eyes , as a young man rushed into the room , and , flinging away his hat into the air , came sweeping down upon them . `` Is it over ? '' cried Dot . `` Yes ! '' `` Happily over ? '' `` Yes ! '' `` Do you recollect the voice , dear Caleb ? Did you ever hear the like of it before ? '' cried Dot . `` If my boy in the Golden South Americas was alive -- ! ''
said XXXXX , trembling .
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