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Young and old were dressed in their gayest apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted up every countenance, from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and the demure expression of several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all classes,—a wedding,—was about to take place. It was such an unexpected stroke of fortune. ‘I do not need for you to tell me this. Only she is not Madame Valade at all. But from the first her rather old-fashioned conception of life had jarred with the suburban atmosphere, the High School spirit and the memories of the light and little Mrs. ‘Does Charvill know that this Melusine of yours is here?’ The question distracted Gerald. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.

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