The choir-boys filed past, singing; one had on a red tie that peeped above his cassock. They glanced at him indifferently as they went by, their heads on a level with his belt-buckle.... Then the white-veiled figure on the Colonel's arm—Millicent: his, in a few short minutes, for ever and aye.... He drew a deep breath.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God...." Torps touched him lightly on the elbow.
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"I, John Mainprice Edgar..."
"I, John Mainprice Edgar:"
"Take thee, Millicent..."
"Take thee, Millicent:"
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"To have and to hold..."
This was simple enough—"To have and to hold:"