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It was long past sunrise when I rose on the morning of my wedding-day, for the excitement of the previous night's adventure and the task of carrying Rupert Watson home had wearied me no little, and I had slept as soundly as a tired dog. When I went downstairs all was bustle and hurry in our house, for various female acquaintances of the family had arrived and were already busied in dressing the brides, which matter seemed likely to be a long operation, judging from the importance they all gave to it. As for Ben Tuckett, he had been up and about for an hour or two, and was busy studying his attire in the mirror when I found him, for he had taken exceeding great pains in making himself fine.
"I thought thou wert going to sleep forever," said he, as I came behind him. "What, man, 'tis nine o' the clock now, and we are to start for church at ten. Had we not best be seeing to our horses?"