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But you must promise me not to go near that abandoned hussy at Willesden. \"Borrowed a pencil. Who's the lucky boy, Lucy?\" Lucy looked at her slippered feet. But the first one was brought home, and it was the beginning of the end. " "Why, my love," rejoined her husband, "appearances, you must allow, were a little against you. 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. " This business over, she returned to the bedside with the key.
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