All honour to her tears and laughter , when the three were locked in one another 's arms ! All honour to the heartiness with which she met the sunburnt sailor-fellow , with his dark streaming hair , half-way , and never turned her rosy little mouth aside , but suffered him to kiss it freely , and to press her to his bounding heart ! And honour to the Cuckoo too -- why not ? -- for bursting out of the trap-door in the Moorish Palace like a housebreaker , and hiccoughing twelve times on the assembled company , as if he had got drunk for joy ! The Carrier , entering , started back . And well he might , to find himself in such good company . `` Look , John ! '' said Caleb , exultingly , `` look here ! My own boy from the Golden South Americas ! My own son ! Him that you fitted out , and sent away yourself ! Him that you were always such a friend to ! '' The Carrier advanced to seize him by the hand ; but , recoiling , as some feature in his face awakened a remembrance of the Deaf Man in the Cart , said : `` Edward ! Was it you ? '' `` Now tell him all ! '' cried Dot . `` Tell him all , Edward ; and do n't spare me , for nothing shall make me spare myself in his eyes , ever again . '' `` I was the man , '' said Edward . `` And could you steal , disguised , into the house of your old friend ? '' rejoined the Carrier .
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