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"But yes, I can marry you in the church," said the Vicar, blowing out smoke, and laughing enjoyably across at Graeme, who sat in another garden chair under the big trees in front of the Vicarage.
"In spite of the fact that we are aliens?"
"Oh, it is not so bad as that. We ab-sorbed you by conquest and so you are really a part of us. We are all one family now."
"And such a marriage would be perfectly legal and unassailable?"
"I shall marry you more firmly than if you were married in Cant-er-bury Cath-edral," laughed the Vicar.
"That should suffice. But why more firmly? How improve on perfection?"
"I will tell you," said the Vicar, with increased enjoyment, as he leaned forward and tapped Graeme's knee. "It is this way.—If you are married in Cant-er-bury Cath-edral you can be divorced,—n'est-ce pas? Oui! Eh bien!—If you are married in my church of Sark you can never be divorced. C'est ça! It is the old Norman law."
"We will be married in your church of Sark," said Graeme, with conviction.
"That is right. I shall marry you so that you shall never be able to get away from one another."
"Please God, we'll never want to!"
"Ah yes! Of course. C'est ça!"