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There
was
nothing
very
surprising
in
that
;
but
again
,
I
was
rather
surprised
,
when
he
said
,
as
if
he
were
animated
by
a
brilliant
idea
—
"
Let
’
s
go
in
!
"
We
went
in
,
Wemmick
leaving
his
fishing
-
rod
in
the
porch
,
and
looked
all
round
.
In
the
mean
time
,
Wemmick
was
diving
into
his
coat
-
pockets
,
and
getting
something
out
of
paper
there
.
"
Halloa
!
"
said
he
.
"
Here
’
s
a
couple
of
pair
of
gloves
!
Let
’
s
put
’
em
on
!
"
As
the
gloves
were
white
kid
gloves
,
and
as
the
post
-
office
was
widened
to
its
utmost
extent
,
I
now
began
to
have
my
strong
suspicions
.
They
were
strengthened
into
certainty
when
I
beheld
the
Aged
enter
at
a
side
door
,
escorting
a
lady
.
"
Halloa
!
"
said
Wemmick
.
"
Here
’
s
Miss
Skiffins
!
Let
’
s
have
a
wedding
.
"
That
discreet
damsel
was
attired
as
usual
,
except
that
she
was
now
engaged
in
substituting
for
her
green
kid
gloves
a
pair
of
white
.
The
Aged
was
likewise
occupied
in
preparing
a
similar
sacrifice
for
the
altar
of
Hymen
.
The
old
gentleman
,
however
,
experienced
so
much
difficulty
in
getting
his
gloves
on
,
that
Wemmick
found
it
necessary
to
put
him
with
his
back
against
a
pillar
,
and
then
to
get
behind
the
pillar
himself
and
pull
away
at
them
,
while
I
for
my
part
held
the
old
gentleman
round
the
waist
,
that
he
might
present
and
equal
and
safe
resistance
.
By
dint
of
this
ingenious
scheme
,
his
gloves
were
got
on
to
perfection
.
The
clerk
and
clergyman
then
appearing
,
we
were
ranged
in
order
at
those
fatal
rails
.
True
to
his
notion
of
seeming
to
do
it
all
without
preparation
,
I
heard
Wemmick
say
to
himself
,
as
he
took
something
out
of
his
waistcoat
-
pocket
before
the
service
began
,
"
Halloa
!
Here
’
s
a
ring
!
"
