Yet Caleb knew that with his own hands he had brought the little rose-tree home for her so carefully , and that with his own lips he had forged the innocent deception which should help to keep her from suspecting how much , how very much , he every day denied himself , that she might be happier . `` Bertha ! '' said Tackleton , assuming , for the nonce , a little cordiality . `` Come here . '' `` Oh , I can come straight to you ! You need n't guide me ! '' she rejoined . `` Shall I tell you a secret , Bertha ? '' `` If you will ! '' she answered eagerly . How bright the darkened face ! How adorned with light the listening head ! `` This is the day on which little what 's - her-name , the spoilt child , Peerybingle 's wife , pays her regular visit to you -- makes her fantastic Picnic here , a n't it ? '' said Tackleton with a strong expression of distaste for the whole concern . `` Yes , '' replied Bertha . `` This is the day . '' `` I thought so , '' said Tackleton . `` I should like to join the party . '' `` Do you hear that , father ? '' cried the Blind Girl in an ecstasy .
`` Yes , yes , I hear it , '' murmured Caleb XXXXX the fixed look of a sleep-walker ; `` but I do n't believe it .
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