Read it through once

“Go on, brother, go on, and fear not; thou’lt find nor limb nor feature that cannot bide the test. Scour and scan me to thy content, my good old Hugh--I am indeed thy old Miles, thy same old Miles, thy lost brother, is’t not so? Ah, ’tis a great day--I _said_ ’twas a great day! Give me thy hand, give me thy cheek--lord, I am like to die of very joy!”