It 'll do her good . You 're agreeable ? Thankee . What 's that ? '' It was a loud cry from the Carrier 's wife : a loud , sharp , sudden cry , that made the room ring like a glass vessel . She had risen from her seat , and stood like one transfixed by terror and surprise . The Stranger had advanced towards the fire to warm himself , and stood within a short stride of her chair . But quite still . `` Dot ! '' cried the Carrier . `` Mary ! Darling ! What 's the matter ? '' They were all about her in a moment . Caleb , who had been dozing on the cake-box , in the first imperfect recovery of his suspended presence of mind , seized Miss Slowboy by the hair of her head , but immediately apologised . `` Mary ! '' exclaimed the Carrier , supporting her in his arms . `` Are you ill ? What is it ? Tell me dear ! ''
She only answered XXXXX beating her hands together , and falling into a wild fit of laughter .
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