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" At the door of this tavern, which was situated on the left of the street, not more than a hundred yards distant from the church, the bell of which began to toll as soon as the procession came in sight, the cart drew up, and the whole cavalcade halted. During the narration Jack's features lighted up, and an expression, which would have been in vain looked for in repose, was instantly caught and depicted by the skilful artist. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. "Take off the ruffles, Blueskin," rejoined Wild. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. It must be somewhere hereabouts.
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