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I went off to round up his wife. Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so. Not once during the ceremony did the two look at each other, but riveted their gaze upon the lips of the man who was forging the bands: gazed intensively, as if they feared the world might vanish before the last word of the ceremony was spoken. People sat in unusual pews, and a wide margin of hassocky emptiness intervened between the ceremony and the walls.
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