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What did you do in the garden?”
“Well, I wandered about on the lawn where there were lots and lots of people,” said Charles. “I didn’t seem to meet anyone I knew, but the flower-beds were most beautifully kept. I have seldom seen such a display of cress sandwiches and champagne. After a bit I strolled down through the shrubberies, went through a little wooden gate and found myself amongst the raspberry canes. About a quarter of an hour later, after a little fruity refreshment, whom should I meet walking along a quiet shady path but the bride herself, all alone.”
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And so you are not quite satisfied with William’s choice?”
“Well, she seems to me to be rather an unresponsive and timid sort of person,” said Charles. “Not tactful, nor likely to make what the newspapers call a charming hostess. I should have liked dear William to marry someone who would be a social success.”
I smoked for some time in silence, and then I had an idea.
“How was the bride dressed when you saw her, Charles?” I asked.
“Do I know how women are dressed? She was in white, of course, and hadn’t a hat on.”
Source: Gutenberg

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Every day scores of women and children are leaving the Isle of Wight for the mainland. Gunboats and cruisers are passing and repassing before its shores, by order of the Admiralty; strong, silent men are doggedly pursuing the business they have in hand. In the very heart of the island some of the flower of the youth of our country is being trained in the art of naval warfare, while the thunders of gun-practice are heard every hour around the coast. Yet, search where you will in the Ginger-beer Press during the last few weeks, you will find practically no reference to these things.
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