Book3:WereMyDreamIs

requesttwo,threemoretimes,butnooneappeared.Astoheturs,helookedaroundandsawtherewereonlytwoguestspresent,sittingsidebysideinthefrontrowofthepews.Theywereawhite-hairedoldwomaninabrightredManchugownapaniedbyaplumplookingyoungman.Hewasabouttocalloutoncemorewhehebridemurmursomethingsoftlybehindherveil,butbeingfartherawayfromherhecouldnotcatchwhatwassaid.Theyounggirlwhoapahebridegavetheoldpastorawhiteeyeandsaid,

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    “Don’tcalloutanymore.Thebridehasspokerafficoutsideisgestedandthegroommusthavebeenstuewhere.Hewillcertainlybehereinafewminutes.We’lljustwaitawhilelonger.Whyareyoushoutingloudlylikethat?Thebrideisnotworried,whyshouldyoube?”Theoldpastreatlyaffrontedbyherrudeness.

    “Ihavebeend