” “How much longer can you stay here?” “I was hoping to graduate this time. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. Opposite to her was a sallow-visaged young man, whose small tie seemed like a smudge of obtusively shiny black across the front of a high close-drawn collar. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon.
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