Let it fall , and I 'll murder you ! Dark as pitch , and weather worse than ever , eh ? Good night ! '' So , with another sharp look round the room , he went out at the door ; followed by Caleb with the wedding-cake on his head . The Carrier had been so much astounded by his little wife , and so busily engaged in soothing and tending her , that he had scarcely been conscious of the Stranger 's presence until now , when he again stood there , their only guest . `` He do n't belong to them , you see , '' said John . `` I must give him a hint to go . '' `` I beg your pardon , friend , '' said the old gentleman , advancing to him ; `` the more so as I fear your wife has not been well ; but the Attendant whom my infirmity , '' he touched his ears , and shook his head , `` renders almost indispensable , not having arrived , I fear there must be some mistake . The bad night which made the shelter of your comfortable cart -LRB- may I never have a worse ! -RRB- so acceptable , is still as bad as ever . Would you , in your kindness , suffer me to rent a bed here ? '' `` Yes , yes , '' cried Dot . `` Yes ! Certainly ! '' `` Oh ! '' said the Carrier , surprised by the rapidity of this consent . `` Well ! I do n't object ; but still I 'm not quite sure that -- '' `` Hush ! '' she interrupted . `` Dear John ! ''
`` Why , he 's stone deaf , '' urged XXXXX .
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