The world is large. To a woman of her immense strategical resources this
was but a fair beginning. Blest with a good constitution and rare
matrimonial attainments, why should she falter in the good work thus
begun?
They picked the new-made husband up, limp as a rag, and laid him
tenderly on the sofa. TEDDY and the minister withdrew, and the Honeymoon
commenced.
ARCHIBALD began to recover. "Where am I?" he moaned faintly.
"You're married," said ANN.
He groaned, and wiped the perspiration from his pallid brow.
"Can I go home?" he inquired feebly.
"Yes," replied ANN. "Go, and when I want you I'll come for you. Tell
your _dear_ BELINDA that ANN BRUMMET, the poor relation, has got ahead
of her on _this_ heat. She didn't think, did she, when she was courting
you, that she was only just getting you ready for me?"
But before she was through, ARCHIBALD, moaning in broken accents that he
wished he was dead, had rushed frantically from the house.
ANN was congratulating herself on her success, when there came another
rap from TEDDY.
"Sure and it's your lawyer this time. Will I sind him away?"
"No," said ANN, "I want to see him.
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