The horse looked much more like a bridegroom than Tackleton , whose half-closed eye was more disagreeably expressive than ever . But the Carrier took little heed of this . His thoughts had other occupation . `` John Peerybingle ! '' said Tackleton with an air of condolence . `` My good fellow , how do you find yourself this morning ? '' `` I have had but a poor night , Master Tackleton , '' returned the Carrier , shaking his head : `` for I have been a good deal disturbed in my mind . But it 's over now ! Can you spare me half an hour or so , for some private talk ? '' `` I came on purpose , '' returned Tackleton , alighting . `` Never mind the horse . He 'll stand quiet enough , with the reins over this post , if you 'll give him a mouthful of hay . '' The Carrier having brought it from his stable and set it before him , they turned into the house . `` You are not married before noon , '' he said , `` I think ? '' `` No , '' answered Tackleton . `` Plenty of time . Plenty of time . '' When they entered the kitchen , Tilly Slowboy was rapping at the Stranger 's door ; which was only removed from it by a few steps . One of her very red eyes -LRB- for Tilly had been crying all night long , because her mistress cried -RRB- was at the keyhole ; and she was knocking very loud , and seemed frightened . `` If you please I ca n't make nobody hear , '' said Tilly , looking round .
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