-thegreateventofhislife，andashelookedattheothersherealised，youngashewas，thatnoneofthemfeltitashedid，andtherealisationgavehimastrangefeeling，halfofgratification，halfofloneliness。Hestoodthere，alittleapartfromtherestofthem，clutchinghisbox，andholdingontoHamlet’slead，feelingsodeeplyexcitedthathisheartwaslikeahard，coldstonejumpingupanddown，bump，bump，behindhiswaistcoat。
“That’sJim！That’sJim！“hewhisperedinahoarsegasptoMissJones。
“Nowmind，dear，“sheansweredinherkindly，gropingvoice。“You’llbefallingontotherailifyouaren’tcareful。“
ItstrangelyannoyedhimthathisfathershouldgreetJimjustasthoughheweresomequiteordinarymaninPolchester。HehimselfwaitedinastrangeagitationuntilJimshouldnoticehim。Themanturnedatlast，bendingdowntopickupabox，sawhim，touchedhiscap，smilingalong，crookedsmile，andJeremyblushedwithhappiness。Itwasthefirstrecognitionthathehadhadfromthefarm，anditpleasedhim。
Theyallmoveduptothehigherroad。UncleSamuel，comingonatthelast，inadreamy，moodyway，stoppingonthebridgetolookdownattherailway-line，andthensuddenlysayingaloud：