"And so this is really Desmond's wedding-day?" remarked the dainty invalid, as she donned a remarkably becoming cap, and settled herself comfortably upon her pillows. "Well, to be sure, it is natural enough, I suppose, but somehow he has always seemed such a boy. Really I find it difficult to realise him with a wife. I wonder how the poor girl will get on." "The _poor_ girl, mother; really I do not think she is to be pitied. I think she has done uncommonly well for herself--a country clergyman's daughter," answered Maud, with a lifting of the delicate dark brows that showed a trace of superciliousness.…
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