'When were you to have been married to the said Mr.Bartholomew Miller ?' he inquired.
'Quite soon.' 'How soon ?' 'Next week--O yes--just the same as it was with you and me.

There's a strange fate of interruption hanging over me, I sometimes think! He had bought the licence, which I preferred so that it mightn't be like--ours.
But it made no difference to the fate of it.' 'Had bought the licence! The devil!' 'Don't be angry, dear John.

I didn't know!' 'No, no, I'm not angry.' 'It was so kind of him, considering!' 'Yes.

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