B. Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. Winifred listened to his narration with the profoundest attention; and, when it concluded, her tearful eye and throbbing bosom told how deeply her feelings had been interested. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of swig, and a toast.
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