Try the little pair on, and I will try the big ones.

Stop! I declare here's a church, and the bells beginning to ring.

Why, who told them that I've got a special license in my pocket?
Hallo! there are two fellows hanging about; best men, witnesses, or some such persons, I should not wonder.

I think I know one of them; and here is a parson coming over a stile! What an opportunity for us now just to run in and get married! Come on, old girl, lend me that wedding ring a minute, I'll give it you back again in the church.' No, thank you, Mr.
Walter; we love you very dearly, but we are ladies, and we respect ourselves." In short, Julia confirmed Mary Bartley in her resolution, but she could not console her under the consequences.

Walter did not write a line even to her; she couldn't but fear that he was really in despair, and would cure himself of his affection if he could.