Charles Dickens


The Lamplighter


'"Very good," says Tom, with a mournful air. "It's only for two months,


but I may as well be the richest man in the world even for that time. I'm not particular, I'll take her, Sir. I'll take her."


'The old gentleman was in a rapture to find Tom still in the same mind,


and drawing the young lady towards him by little and little, was joining their hands by main force, when all of a sudden, gentlemen, the crucible blows up, with a great crash; everybody screams; the room is filled with smoke; and Tom, not knowing what may happen next, throws himself into a Fancy attitude, and says, "Come on, if you're a man!" without addressing himself to anybody in particular.


'"The labours of fifteen years!" says the old gentleman, clasping his hands


and looking down upon the Gifted, who was saving the pieces, "are destroyed in an instant!" - And I am told, gentlemen, by-the-bye, that this same philosopher's stone would have been discovered a hundred times at least, to speak within bounds, if it wasn't for the one unfortunate circumstance that the apparatus always blows up, when it's on the very point of succeeding.


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