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Portrait of E. W. Hornung E. W. Hornung Ainslee's Magazine — The Voice of the Charmer (1913)

It was dark when he stepped down from the veranda, shouting welcomes; but though it was dark, and also dinner time, Duggan saw enough of the bride to require a nobbler with Charlie before they all met properly at the table.
“How long have we been married?” said that sinner, as they touched glasses. “I feel as if it were all my life! So will you, when your time comes, my son; everybody does, if they pick a winner.”
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Portrait of E. W. Hornung E. W. Hornung Ainslee's Magazine — The Voice of the Charmer (1913)

I feel thine embrace.”
So sang Mrs. Charlie at the old Broadwood grand, trusting to her memory for both words and music. The lamp burned behind her on a table, and behind the lamp stood Duggan, who had not heard one word. His entire being was in his eyes, which were starting out of his head with horror. They did not even see Mabel, her lamp-lit neck, or hair; they were fixed upon a big black snake that her song had charmed out of the piano, that was even now poised to strike, perhaps the very second her song should cease!
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Portrait of E. W. Hornung E. W. Hornung Ainslee's Magazine — The Voice of the Charmer (1913)

She talked capitally, and all the time to Duggan, to her groom's intense delight.
What was even more delightful, and certainly more surprising, was the way old Duggan chattered in his turn, on newspaper topics which he would simply never have mentioned in the old bachelor days. His solitude seemed to have done him good; it, at any rate, had driven him deep into his Australian, and the affairs of the outside world. Men do not really get to know each other by living alone together. It takes a woman to hold them up to one another. Charlie had always known his friend for a great gentleman
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