“You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion. Before her was a great Gothic portal. I thought perhaps you were staying with them, as you did not seem particularly anxious to recognize your old friends. We’ll run away together, we’ll elope.
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