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"
O
heavenly
!
"
said
Miss
Sharp
,
and
her
eyes
went
from
the
carpet
straight
to
the
chandelier
.
Joseph
still
continued
a
huge
clattering
at
the
poker
and
tongs
,
puffing
and
blowing
the
while
,
and
turning
as
red
as
his
yellow
face
would
allow
him
.
"
I
ca
n't
make
you
such
handsome
presents
,
Joseph
,
"
continued
his
sister
,
"
but
while
I
was
at
school
,
I
have
embroidered
for
you
a
very
beautiful
pair
of
braces
.
"
"
Good
Gad
!
Amelia
,
"
cried
the
brother
,
in
serious
alarm
,
"
what
do
you
mean
?
"
and
plunging
with
all
his
might
at
the
bell-rope
,
that
article
of
furniture
came
away
in
his
hand
,
and
increased
the
honest
fellow
's
confusion
.
"
For
heaven
's
sake
see
if
my
buggy
's
at
the
door
.
I
CA
N'T
wait
.
I
must
go
.
D
--
--
that
groom
of
mine
.
I
must
go
.
"
At
this
minute
the
father
of
the
family
walked
in
,
rattling
his
seals
like
a
true
British
merchant
.
"
What
's
the
matter
,
Emmy
?
"
says
he
.
"
Joseph
wants
me
to
see
if
his
--
his
buggy
is
at
the
door
.
What
is
a
buggy
,
Papa
?
"
"
It
is
a
one-horse
palanquin
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
,
who
was
a
wag
in
his
way
.
Joseph
at
this
burst
out
into
a
wild
fit
of
laughter
;
in
which
,
encountering
the
eye
of
Miss
Sharp
,
he
stopped
all
of
a
sudden
,
as
if
he
had
been
shot
.
"
This
young
lady
is
your
friend
?
Miss
Sharp
,
I
am
very
happy
to
see
you
.
Have
you
and
Emmy
been
quarrelling
already
with
Joseph
,
that
he
wants
to
be
off
?
"
"
I
promised
Bonamy
of
our
service
,
sir
,
"
said
Joseph
,
"
to
dine
with
him
.
"
