`` Nothing in him at all . Come ! Bring that box ! All right now , I hope ? '' `` Oh , quite gone ! Quite gone ! '' said the little woman , waving him hurriedly away . `` Good night ! '' `` Good night ! '' said Tackleton . `` Good night , John Peerybingle ! Take care how you carry that box , Caleb . 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 .
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