`` Married ! '' cried the Blind Girl , starting from him . `` She 's such a con-founded idiot , '' muttered Tackleton , `` that I was afraid she 'd never comprehend me . Ah , Bertha ! Married ! Church , parson , clerk , beadle , glass coach , bells , breakfast , bridecake , favours , marrow-bones , cleavers , and all the rest of the tomfoolery . A wedding , you know ; a wedding . Do n't you know what a wedding is ? '' `` I know , '' replied the Blind Girl in a gentle tone . `` I understand ! '' `` Do you ? '' muttered Tackleton . `` It 's more than I expected . Well ! On that account I want to join the party , and to bring May and her mother . I 'll send in a little something or other , before the afternoon . A cold leg of mutton , or some comfortable trifle of that sort . You 'll expect me ? '' `` Yes , '' she answered . She had drooped her head , and turned away ; and so stood , with her hands crossed , musing .
`` I do n't think you will , '' muttered XXXXX , looking at her ; `` for you seem to have forgotten all about it already .
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