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The very respectable young woman who had inveigled him out of his study,
and a slouchy-looking young man followed, and took their places behind
the masked pair.
"Begin," authoritatively commanded the bridegroom.
The Reverend Raymond Rashleigh stood up. It was a wild and lawless
proceeding, and all wrong; but life is sweet to portly prelates of
sixty, and he stood up and began at once.
Mr. Rashleigh needed no book--he knew the marriage service as pat as his
prayers. The ring was at hand; the questions were asked; the responses
made.
In five minutes the two masks were man and wife.
"Make out a certificate of marriage," said the bridegroom; "these two
people will be witnesses. Their names are Sarah Grant and John Jones."
Pens, ink and paper were placed before him. Mr. Rashleigh essayed to
write, as well as his trembling fingers would allow him, and handed a
smeared and blotted document to the bridegroom.
"You will enter this marriage on your register, Mr. Rashleigh," said the
man. "I am very much obliged to you. Pray accept this for your trouble.


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