`` I 'm able to gratify that humour , and I do . It 's my whim . But -- now look there ! '' He pointed to where Dot was sitting , thoughtfully before the fire : leaning her dimpled chin upon her hand , and watching the bright blaze . The Carrier looked at her , and then at him , and then at her , and then at him again . `` She honours and obeys , no doubt , you know , '' said Tackleton ; `` and that , as I am not a man of sentiment , is quite enough for me . But do you think there 's anything more in it ? '' `` I think , '' observed the Carrier , `` that I should chuck any man out of window who said there was n't . '' `` Exactly so , '' returned the other with an unusual alacrity of assent . `` To be sure ! Doubtless you would . Of course . I 'm certain of it . Good night . Pleasant dreams ! '' The Carrier was puzzled , and made uncomfortable and uncertain , in spite of himself . He could n't help showing it in his manner . `` Good night , my dear friend ! '' said Tackleton compassionately . `` I 'm off .
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