said Caleb , trembling . `` He is alive ! '' shrieked Dot , removing her hands from his eyes , and clapping them in ecstasy . `` Look at him ! See where he stands before you , healthy and strong ! Your own dear son . Your own dear living , loving brother , Bertha ! '' All honour to the little creature for her transports ! 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 XXXXX his face awakened a remembrance of the Deaf Man in the Cart , said : `` Edward !
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