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"Oh, you'll see enough of him by and by. Don't you worry about that."
I said I was not sure that he had made me care much for him.
"Time enough for that, too. You can't expect the man to work miracles."
Then, with what courage was left me, I tried to say that I had been
taught to think of marriage as a sacrament, instituted by the Almighty
so that those who entered it might live together in union, peace and
love, whereas . . .
But I had to stop, for Aunt Bridget, who had been looking at me with her
hard lip curled, said:
"Tut! That's all right to go to church with on Sunday, but on weekdays
marriage is no moonshine, I can tell you. It's a practical matter. Just
an arrangement for making a home, and getting a family, and bringing up
children--that's what marriage is, if you ask me."
"But don't you think love is necessary?"
"Depends what you mean by love. If you mean what they talk about in
poetry and songs--bleeding hearts and sighs and kisses and all that
nonsense--no!" said my aunt, with a heavy bang on her ironing.


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