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The next day at twelve o'clock we were married, and Mr. McLaren bade us good-bye at the church door with the injunction that we were to return to Adelaide in three weeks. The church was barely two hundred yards from the hotel where we had left our luggage, and so we walked back.
If I remember rightly we did not exchange a single word upon our short journey, but that was partly to be accounted for by the crowded condition of the pavements -- it was the luncheon hour -- and the noise of the traffic.