CHAPTER VIII.
"But," she added, as they started to walk, "we will never know which one spoke first." But Condy was already worrying.
"I don't know, I don't know!" he murmured anxiously.

"Perhaps we've done an awful thing.

Suppose they aren't happy together after they're married?
I wish we hadn't; I wish we hadn't now.

We've been playing a game of checkers with human souls.

We've an awful responsibility.
Suppose he kills her some time ?" "Fiddlesticks, Condy! And, besides, if we've done wrong with our matrimonial objects, we've offset it by doing well with our red-headed coincidence.