The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. You know that. “I couldn’t help it. . And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon. The ring's yours, and you're mine. Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. I understand.
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