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on his blessed old archidiaconal hip. Why if you'd told me that he was a bigamist, I couldn't be better pleased. This is just the kind of mean little pettifogging offence that kills a man stone dead, socially, if it comes out. He'll never let it come out. Never in this world, he won't. He'd rather have to own to embezzlement of the diocesan funds than to this."
"Yes," said Dunkle, "or to melting down his church candlesticks."
They paid their fee and departed, with hearts a good deal lighter than those they had brought with them.
