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A
dream
of
their
coming
in
with
Dora
;
of
the
pew
-
opener
arranging
us
,
like
a
drill
-
sergeant
,
before
the
altar
rails
;
of
my
wondering
,
even
then
,
why
pew
-
openers
must
always
be
the
most
disagreeable
females
procurable
,
and
whether
there
is
any
religious
dread
of
a
disastrous
infection
of
good
-
humour
which
renders
it
indispensable
to
set
those
vessels
of
vinegar
upon
the
road
to
Heaven
.
Of
the
clergyman
and
clerk
appearing
;
of
a
few
boatmen
and
some
other
people
strolling
in
;
of
an
ancient
mariner
behind
me
,
strongly
flavouring
the
church
with
rum
;
of
the
service
beginning
in
a
deep
voice
,
and
our
all
being
very
attentive
.
Of
Miss
Lavinia
,
who
acts
as
a
semi
-
auxiliary
bridesmaid
,
being
the
first
to
cry
,
and
of
her
doing
homage
(
as
I
take
it
)
to
the
memory
of
Pidger
,
in
sobs
;
of
Miss
Clarissa
applying
a
smelling
-
bottle
;
of
Agnes
taking
care
of
Dora
;
of
my
aunt
endeavouring
to
represent
herself
as
a
model
of
sternness
,
with
tears
rolling
down
her
face
;
of
little
Dora
trembling
very
much
,
and
making
her
responses
in
faint
whispers
.
Of
our
kneeling
down
together
,
side
by
side
;
of
Dora
’
s
trembling
less
and
less
,
but
always
clasping
Agnes
by
the
hand
;
of
the
service
being
got
through
,
quietly
and
gravely
;
of
our
all
looking
at
each
other
in
an
April
state
of
smiles
and
tears
,
when
it
is
over
;
of
my
young
wife
being
hysterical
in
the
vestry
,
and
crying
for
her
poor
papa
,
her
dear
papa
.
Of
her
soon
cheering
up
again
,
and
our
signing
the
register
all
round
.
Of
my
going
into
the
gallery
for
Peggotty
to
bring
her
to
sign
it
;
of
Peggotty
’
s
hugging
me
in
a
corner
,
and
telling
me
she
saw
my
own
dear
mother
married
;
of
its
being
over
,
and
our
going
away
.
Of
my
walking
so
proudly
and
lovingly
down
the
aisle
with
my
sweet
wife
upon
my
arm
,
through
a
mist
of
half
-
seen
people
,
pulpits
,
monuments
,
pews
,
fonts
,
organs
,
and
church
windows
,
in
which
there
flutter
faint
airs
of
association
with
my
childish
church
at
home
,
so
long
ago
.
Of
their
whispering
,
as
we
pass
,
what
a
youthful
couple
we
are
,
and
what
a
pretty
little
wife
she
is
.
Of
our
all
being
so
merry
and
talkative
in
the
carriage
going
back
.
Of
Sophy
telling
us
that
when
she
saw
Traddles
(
whom
I
had
entrusted
with
the
licence
)
asked
for
it
,
she
almost
fainted
,
having
been
convinced
that
he
would
contrive
to
lose
it
,
or
to
have
his
pocket
picked
.
Of
Agnes
laughing
gaily
;
and
of
Dora
being
so
fond
of
Agnes
that
she
will
not
be
separated
from
her
,
but
still
keeps
her
hand
.
Of
there
being
a
breakfast
,
with
abundance
of
things
,
pretty
and
substantial
,
to
eat
and
drink
,
whereof
I
partake
,
as
I
should
do
in
any
other
dream
,
without
the
least
perception
of
their
flavour
;
eating
and
drinking
,
as
I
may
say
,
nothing
but
love
and
marriage
,
and
no
more
believing
in
the
viands
than
in
anything
else
.
Of
my
making
a
speech
in
the
same
dreamy
fashion
,
without
having
an
idea
of
what
I
want
to
say
,
beyond
such
as
may
be
comprehended
in
the
full
conviction
that
I
haven
’
t
said
it
.
Of
our
being
very
sociably
and
simply
happy
(
always
in
a
dream
though
)
;
and
of
Jip
’
s
having
wedding
cake
,
and
its
not
agreeing
with
him
afterwards
.
Of
the
pair
of
hired
post
-
horses
being
ready
,
and
of
Dora
’
s
going
away
to
change
her
dress
.
Of
my
aunt
and
Miss
Clarissa
remaining
with
us
;
and
our
walking
in
the
garden
;
and
my
aunt
,
who
has
made
quite
a
speech
at
breakfast
touching
Dora
’
s
aunts
,
being
mightily
amused
with
herself
,
but
a
little
proud
of
it
too
.
