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My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. "Impossible!" exclaimed the widow, wildly. It cost her seventy-seven dollars. The girl in the forward chair raised herself a little, the better to see the gorgeous blue palanquin of the dimly visible bride. ” “No,” he said, and tried again: “but I must tell you quite definitely that I feel it to be my duty to forbid any such exploit. ’ ‘Leonardo again,’ Gerald muttered and, to her disappointment, dropped her hand. " "But a man may love his wife!" cried Spurlock, utterly bewildered. Hadn’t the stomach to admit the truth, had he? I’ll lay any money he labelled you with some foul French name as well. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind.
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