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As the mother was again exclaiming, "O, my poor Henry! I shall never see him again!" the gardener entered the kitchen with Henry, and said, "Here he is, safe and sound!" The father sprang up as with the rapidity of thought; the mother rushed across the room, and they both seized the child, as though each was afraid to let the other touch him. But after the first maternal kiss had been given to little Henry, who knew nothing of what had been passing, she suffered her husband to take him, as she still held her infant in her arms, and they both sat down, with their Charles between them, while the inmates of the villa pressed round to participate in their joy.
"And is it you, my Henry?" said the mother. "Kiss me, my boy."
"Kiss me, Henry," said Charles.
We now shed tears of gratitude, and after recovering ourselves from this agitating excitement, I asked the gardener where he found the child.
"I found him, Sir, asleep between two trusses of hay in Master Hargrave's stable."
"O, I now recollect!" said Josiah. "I carried him and put him in the stable when the fire broke out, as I knew he would be safe there, but I had forgotten it."
Early in the morning I hastened to the ruins, where I found Josiah and his wife examining the extent of their loss.
"This has been to you a night which will never be forgotten."