grievanceI runs on like a new barrow with the wheel greased.’
Having said whichand having paused for an instant to see
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whether he was wanted for anything moreSam left the room.
‘Half-past nine―just the time―off at once;’ said the gentleman
whom we need hardly introduce as Mr. Jingle.
‘Time―for what?’ said the spinster aunt coquettishly.
‘Licencedearest of angels―give notice at the church―call you
mineto-morrow’―said Mr. Jingleand he squeezed the spinster
aunt’s hand.
‘The licence
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‘The licence’ repeated Mr. Jingle―
‘In hurrypost-haste for a licence
In hurryding dong I come back.’
‘How you run on’ said Rachael.
‘Run on―nothing to the hoursdaysweeksmonthsyears
when we’re united―run on―they’ll fly on―bolt―mizzle―steam-
engine―thousand-horse power―nothing to it.’
‘Can’t―can’t we be married before to-morrow morning?’
inquired Rachael. ‘Impossible―can’t be―notice at the church―
leave the licence to-day―ceremony come off to-morrow.’
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