The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 399: what you’re looking at

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her, as far as he himself was cognisant of it; and if he did not offer to be very explicit in minor details, she at all events heard from him quite enough to convince her that Johanna was all that the tenderest mother could wish. “Oh, Ben,” she said, as the tears coursed each other down her cheeks, “how could you torture me as you have done?” “All for your own good,” said Ben. “It only lets you see what might have happened if Johanna had not been the good little thing that she is, that’s all.” “Well, perhaps it is for the best that I should have suffered such a pang, and I only hope that Heaven will accept of it as some sort of expiation of my wickedness. If you had not held me, Ben, I should certainly have taken my life.” “Not a doubt about it,” said Ben; “and a pretty kittle of fish you would then have made of the whole affair. However, that’s all right enough now, and as for old Oakley, all you have got to do is to go into the shop and say to him. ‘Here I am, and I am sorry for the past, which I hope you will forgive, and for the future I will strive to be a good wife.’” “Must I say that, Ben?” “Yes, to be sure. If you are ashamed to say what’s right, you may depend upon it you haven’t much inclination to do it.” “You have convinced me, Ben. I will humble myself. It is fit and proper that I should. So I will say as nearly as I can recollect just what you have told me to say.” “You can’t do better; and here we are at the corner of the street. Now if you would rather go in by yourself without me, only say the word, and I’m off.” Mrs. Oakley hesitated for a moment, and then she said— “Yes, Ben, I would rather go alone.” “Very good. I think it’s better too, so good-bye; and I’ Il call to-morrow and see how you are all getting on.” “Do so, Ben. No one can possibly be more welcome than you will be. You will be sure to come to-morrow?” “Rather.” With this Ben walked away, and Mrs. Oakley entered the house. What then passed we do not feel that we ought to relate. The humiliations of human nature, although for the best of purposes, and for the ultimate happiness of the parties themselves, are not subjects for the pen of the chronicler. Suffice it, that Mr. and Mrs. Oakley were perfectly reconciled, and were happy upon that day. @9OOO0GOOO GOnMG oOo SS CO)