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Simon led the way to the veiled man's room. The apartment was dimly lighted by a brace of candles, set in silver candelabra, in a bracket that suspended from the ceiling over a table spread with writing materials at the farthest end, before the curtained alcove. Simon pointed to the table and said in a low voice to Mr. Soames. "You had better prepare the certificates; you have the license, I presume." The clergyman nodded, and gently disengaged Norah's hand from his arm.
He was greatly impressed by the splendid fittings of the room, and he looked subdued, almost nervous. Norah was trembling like a leaf. Simon led her to a chair and induced her to sit down. "You have nothing to fear, darling," he whispered. "Mr. Deen, poor fellow, is as ugly as sin; but he hasn't the strength of a cat, and you need not look at him unless you like."