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It was a bright morning, early in September, that a small wedding party
was assembled at Mr. Oswald's residence; the few guests invited were all
old friends. I sent an urgent message for good old Dr. Gray and his
wife, and although they seldom left Elmwood, they responded to my call,
and made what, to them, was quite a long journey, that they might be
present at my marriage. That same evening we set out on our wedding
tour, while my mother and Flora, with Charley Gray, returned to Elmwood;
and, after travelling for several weeks, we found ourselves at my
mother's home, where we were to spend a few weeks longer before
returning to the city, which was to be our permanent home. Soon after my
return to Elmwood, I received an urgent message to visit Mr. Judson, who
was said to be fast failing. I felt a degree of reluctance to go, having
never once entered his dwelling since the memorable day on which I left
it years ago, but I felt it my duty to comply with his request. I found
him much weaker than I had expected.
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