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N'—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—to—be— Yer—weddid—wife?"… O, strike me! Will I wot? Take 'er? Doreen? 'E stan's there arstin' me! As if 'e thort per'aps I'd rather not! Take 'er? 'E seemed to think 'er kind wus got Like cigarette-cards, fer the arstin'. Still, I does me stunt in this 'ere hitchin' rot, An' speaks me piece: "Righto!" I sez, "I will."

"I will," I sez. An' tho' a joyful shout Come from me bustin' 'eart—I know it did— Me voice got sorter mangled comin' out An' makes me whisper like a frightened kid. "I will," I squeaks. An' I'd 'a' give a quid To 'ad it on the quite, wivout this fuss, An' orl the starin' crowd that Mar 'ad bid To see this solim hitchin' up uv us.


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