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The Triflers

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"We're to be married to-morrow?" he asked quickly. [Illustration: "We're to be married to-morrow?"] "Oh!" "It's the only way to get rid of him." "Then--" "To-morrow?" Catching her breath, she nodded. He took the receiver. "This is Covington," he said. "Miss Stockton and I are to be married to-morrow. Get that? . . . Well, keep hold of it, because the moment I 'm her husband--" Following an oath at the other end, Monte heard the click of the receiver as it was snapped up. "That settles it very nicely," he smiled.
The Bible, King James version, Book 1: Genesis

Book 01 Genesis 01:001:001 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. 01:001:002 And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. 01:001:003 And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. 01:001:004 And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness. 01:001:005 And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day. 01:001:006 And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters. 01:001:007 And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the
CHAPTER IX BLUE AND GOLD Marjory was to be married on June eighteenth, at eleven o'clock, in the chapel of the English Congregational Church. At ten o'clock of that day she was in her room before the mirror, trying to account for her heightened color. Marie had just left her in despair and bewilderment, after trying to make her look as bridelike as possible when she did not wish to look bridelike. Marie had wished to do her hair in some absurd new fashion for the occasion. "But, Marie," she had explained, "nothing is to be changed. Therefore why should I change my appearance?" "Mademoiselle to be a bride--and nothing changed?" Marie had cried. "Nothing about me; nothing about Mr. Covington. We are merely to be married, that is all--as a matter of convenience." "Mademoiselle will see," Marie had answered cryptically. "You will see yourself," Marjory had laughed.