The Blind Girl 's love for her , and trust in her , and gratitude to her ; her own good busy way of setting Bertha 's thanks aside ; her dexterous little arts for filling up each moment of the visit in doing something useful to the house , and really working hard while feigning to make holiday ; her bountiful provision of those standing delicacies , the Veal and Ham Pie and the bottles of Beer ; her radiant little face arriving at the door , and taking leave ; the wonderful expression in her whole self , from her neat foot to the crown of her head , of being a part of the establishment -- a something necessary to it , which it could n't be without , -- all this the Fairies revelled in , and loved her for . And once again they looked upon him all at once , appealingly , and seemed to say , while some among them nestled in her dress and fondled her , `` Is this the wife who has betrayed your confidence ? '' More than once , or twice , or thrice , in the long thoughtful night , they showed her to him sitting on her favourite seat , with her bent head , her hands clasped on her brow , her falling hair . As he had seen her last . And when they found her thus , they neither turned nor looked upon him , but gathered close round her , and comforted and kissed her , and pressed on one another , to show sympathy and kindness to her , and forgot him altogether . Thus the night passed . The moon went down ; the stars grew pale ; the cold day broke ; the sun rose . The Carrier still sat , musing , in the chimney-corner . He had sat there , with his head upon his hands , all night . All night the faithful Cricket had been Chirp , Chirp , Chirping on the Hearth . All night he had listened to its voice . All night the Household Fairies had been busy with him . All night she had been amiable and blameless in the glass , except when that one shadow fell upon it . He rose up when it was broad day , and washed and dressed himself . He could n't go about his customary cheerful avocations -- he wanted spirit for them -- but it mattered the less that it was Tackleton 's wedding-day , and he had arranged to make his rounds by proxy . He had thought to have gone merrily to church with Dot . But such plans were at an end . It was their own wedding-day too . Ah ! how little he had looked for such a close to such a year !
The Carrier expected XXXXX Tackleton would pay him an early visit ; and he was right .
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