And then , she laughed again , and then she cried again , and then she said how cold she was , and suffered him to lead her to the fire , where she sat down as before . The old man standing , as before , quite still . `` I 'm better , John , '' she said . `` I 'm quite well now -- I -- '' `` John ! '' But John was on the other side of her . Why turn her face towards the strange old gentleman , as if addressing him . Was her brain wandering ? `` Only a fancy , John dear -- a kind of shock -- a something coming suddenly before my eyes -- I do n't know what it was . It 's quite gone , quite gone . '' `` I 'm glad it 's gone , '' muttered Tackleton , turning the expressive eye all round the room . `` I wonder where it 's gone , and what it was . Humph ! Caleb , come here ! Who 's that with the grey hair ? '' `` I do n't know , sir , '' returned Caleb in a whisper . `` Never see him before in all my life . A beautiful figure for a nut-cracker ; quite a new model . With a screw-jaw opening down into his waistcoat , he 'd be lovely . '' `` Not ugly enough , '' said Tackleton . `` Or for a fire-box either , '' observed Caleb in deep contemplation , `` what a model !
Unscrew his head to put the matches in ; turn him heels up ` ards for the light ; and what a fire-box XXXXX a gentleman 's mantel-shelf , just as he stands ! ''
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