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The doleful bride remained in bed all the next day, prostrate under the continuing heat; -- in fact, it was not until a week had passed that she felt herself able to make the excursion projected by the hopeful bridegroom; and when they finally did set forth, in Dan's light runabout, she began to suffer before they reached the gates of the carriage driveway.
"Oh, dear! " she said. "Is it going to be bumpy like this all the way? It hurts my back."