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‘
The
licence
!
’
said
Rachael
,
blushing
.
‘
The
licence
,
’
repeated
Mr
.
Jingle
—
‘
In
hurry
,
post
-
haste
for
a
licence
,
In
hurry
,
ding
dong
I
come
back
.
’
‘
How
you
run
on
,
’
said
Rachael
.
‘
Run
on
—
nothing
to
the
hours
,
days
,
weeks
,
months
,
years
,
when
we
’
re
united
—
run
on
—
they
’
ll
fly
on
—
bolt
—
mizzle
—
steam
-
engine
—
thousand
-
horse
power
—
nothing
to
it
.
’
‘
Can
’
t
—
can
’
t
we
be
married
before
to
-
morrow
morning
?
’
inquired
Rachael
.
‘
Impossible
—
can
’
t
be
—
notice
at
the
church
—
leave
the
licence
to
-
day
—
ceremony
come
off
to
-
morrow
.
’
‘
I
am
so
terrified
,
lest
my
brother
should
discover
us
!
’
said
Rachael
.
‘
Discover
—
nonsense
—
too
much
shaken
by
the
break
-
down
—
besides
—
extreme
caution
—
gave
up
the
post
-
chaise
—
walked
on
—
took
a
hackney
-
coach
—
came
to
the
Borough
—
last
place
in
the
world
that
he
’
d
look
in
—
ha
!
ha
!
—
capital
notion
that
—
very
.
’
‘
Don
’
t
be
long
,
’
said
the
spinster
affectionately
,
as
Mr
.
Jingle
stuck
the
pinched
-
up
hat
on
his
head
.
‘
Long
away
from
you
?
—
Cruel
charmer
;
’
and
Mr
.
Jingle
skipped
playfully
up
to
the
spinster
aunt
,
imprinted
a
chaste
kiss
upon
her
lips
,
and
danced
out
of
the
room
.
