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Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl. She married my Dad in a small ceremony down at City Hall. “My charm of manner, I suppose. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building. You think you love this other man! No doubt you do love him. “My God!” he said again. Tears began to stream from her cheeks.
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