I 'll show you , if you 'll come with me . '' The Carrier accompanied him without another word . They went across a yard , where the stars were shining , and by a little side-door , into Tackleton 's own counting-house , where there was a glass window , commanding the ware-room , which was closed for the night . There was no light in the counting-house itself , but there were lamps in the long narrow ware-room ; and consequently the window was bright . `` A moment ! '' said Tackleton . `` Can you bear to look through that window , do you think ? '' `` Why not ? '' returned the Carrier . `` A moment more , '' said Tackleton . `` Do n't commit any violence . It 's of no use . It 's dangerous too . You 're a strong-made man ; and you might do murder before you know it . '' The Carrier looked him in the face , and recoiled a step as if he had been struck . In one stride he was at the window , and he saw -- Oh , Shadow on the Hearth ! Oh , truthful Cricket ! Oh , perfidious wife ! He saw her with the old man -- old no longer , but erect and gallant -- bearing in his hand the false white hair that had won his way into their desolate and miserable home . He saw her listening to him , as he bent his head to whisper in her ear ; and suffering him to clasp her round the waist , as they moved slowly down the dim wooden gallery towards the door by which they had entered it .
He saw them stop , and saw her turn -- to have the face , the face he loved so , so presented XXXXX his view !
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