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Book, page 21 / 221 "That wouldn't keep me away. Only, they made such a fuss about the watching"--she caught her breath--"it might be ostentatious from that point of view, too. Oh, George"--she reached for his hand--"we're two little orphans moving in worlds not realized, and we shall make some bad breaks. But we're going to have the time of our lives." "We'll run up to London to-morrow, and see if we can hurry those English law solicitors. I want to get to work." They went. They suffered many things ere they returned across the fields in a fly one Saturday night, nursing a two by two-and-a-half box of deeds and maps--lawful owners of Friars Pardon and the five decayed farms therewith. "I do most sincerely 'ope and trust you'll be 'appy, Madam," Mrs. Cloke gasped, when she was told the news by the kitchen fire. "Goodness! It isn't a marriage!" Sophie exclaimed, a little awed; for to them the joke, which to an American means work, was only just beginning. "If it's took in a proper spirit"--Mrs. Cloke's eye turned toward her oven. "Send and have that mended to-morrow," Sophie whispered. "We couldn't 'elp noticing," said Cloke slowly, "from the times you walked there, that you an' your lady was drawn to it, but--but I don't know as we ever precisely thought--" His wife's glance checked him. "That we were that sort of people," said George. "We aren't sure of it ourselves yet." "Perhaps," said Cloke, rubbing his knees, "just for the sake of saying something, perhaps you'll park it?" "What's that?" said George.
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