’ Miss Froxfield intervened quickly as her betrothed showed signs of erupting again. But there was something else; and in his befogged mental state the comparison eluded him. Young and old were dressed in their gayest apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted up every countenance, from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and the demure expression of several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all classes,—a wedding,—was about to take place. It was decrepit and too large. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. I'll tell you what. “You could have a talk to Miss Kitty Brett this afternoon, if you liked. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her. The Lord have mercy upon you!" This ceremony concluded, the calvacade was again put in motion. “I never dreamt!” she said. "Your son is a lad of spirit, Mr. You are in danger. Except he was the only idiot who would stay.
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