CHAPTER XXII. All this while he was arranging the medicines on the stand and jotting down his instructions on a chart sheet. I shall start at the bottom. ‘Gone!’ he said. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. The marriage cannot—shall not be delayed. If this idiotic marriage is binding then I will be her friend.
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