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anyhow—and Betsy'll give the bride away, and some pies—though, as she's given herself away already, I don't see why Betsy should work. But we'll have it all according to law. Anyhow, the rest don't matter if old Kellermann gets here. And everybody be joyous and don't touch Evelyn's sore spot!"
We all laughed and were happy. And Dave surrounded Evelyn like a cloud.
At about this moment a strange man pushes open the door, without even knocking, and, making signs with his hands, says:
"Who's sick here? Wounded? What man of you's dying?"
"No one!" yells Dave, laughing, and happy. "Who the devil are you? Don't you know there's a wedding going on, not a funeral? Behave."
He doesn't answer, but looks us over like he was counting us, sees the happiness, makes signs which no one understands, but which looks like the Knight's chart, then turns away. We were going to follow him, when a soft
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