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‘
Hurrah
!
’
The
single
gentleman
,
rather
bewildered
by
finding
himself
the
centre
of
this
noisy
throng
,
alighted
with
the
assistance
of
one
of
the
postilions
,
and
handed
out
Kit
’
s
mother
,
at
sight
of
whom
the
populace
cried
out
,
‘
Here
’
s
another
wedding
!
’
and
roared
and
leaped
for
joy
.
‘
The
world
has
gone
mad
,
I
think
,
’
said
the
single
gentleman
,
pressing
through
the
concourse
with
his
supposed
bride
.
‘
Stand
back
here
,
will
you
,
and
let
me
knock
.
’
Anything
that
makes
a
noise
is
satisfactory
to
a
crowd
.
A
score
of
dirty
hands
were
raised
directly
to
knock
for
him
,
and
seldom
has
a
knocker
of
equal
powers
been
made
to
produce
more
deafening
sounds
than
this
particular
engine
on
the
occasion
in
question
.
Having
rendered
these
voluntary
services
,
the
throng
modestly
retired
a
little
,
preferring
that
the
single
gentleman
should
bear
their
consequences
alone
.
‘
Now
,
sir
,
what
do
you
want
!
’
said
a
man
with
a
large
white
bow
at
his
button
-
hole
,
opening
the
door
,
and
confronting
him
with
a
very
stoical
aspect
.
‘
Who
has
been
married
here
,
my
friend
?
’
said
the
single
gentleman
.
‘
I
have
.
’
‘
You
!
and
to
whom
in
the
devil
’
s
name
?
’
‘
What
right
have
you
to
ask
?
’
returned
the
bridegroom
,
eyeing
him
from
top
to
toe
.
‘
What
right
!
’
cried
the
single
gentleman
,
drawing
the
arm
of
Kit
’
s
mother
more
tightly
through
his
own
,
for
that
good
woman
evidently
had
it
in
contemplation
to
run
away
.
‘
A
right
you
little
dream
of
.
Mind
,
good
people
,
if
this
fellow
has
been
marrying
a
minor
—
tut
,
tut
,
that
can
’
t
be
.
Where
is
the
child
you
have
here
,
my
good
fellow
.
You
call
her
Nell
.
