Besides, she was almost frightened to death.
Mr. Leonard stood at the foot of the ladder and married them.
As a rule, he makes a very long and solemn thing of the marriage ceremony,
but this time he cut out everything that wasn't absolutely necessary;
and it was well that he did, for just as he pronounced them man and wife,
Emmeline drove into the lane.
She knew perfectly well what had happened when she saw the minister
with his blue book in his hand. Never a word said she.
She marched to the front door, unlocked it, and strode upstairs.
I've always been convinced it was a mercy that closet window was
so small, or I believe that she would have thrown Prissy out of it.
As it was, she walked her downstairs by the arm and actually flung
her at Stephen.
"There, take your wife," she said, "and I'll pack up every stitch
she owns and send it after her; and I never want to see her or you
again as long as I live."
Then she turned to me and Thomas.
"As for you that have aided and abetted that weakminded fool in this,
take yourselves out of my yard and never darken my door again."
"Goodness, who wants to, you old spitfire?" said Thomas.
It wasn't just the thing for him to say, perhaps, but we are
all human, even elders.
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