Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. After several vain attempts to burst it open, he resolved, as a last alternative, to break through the wall in the part nearest to the lock. “You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. "Sounds as if I had heard it, but I can't place it this minute. Her shoulders began to ache. "And now," she added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have to go through—to pray for my son. She gathered up the chain, revealing a locket which had lain hidden in her bosom. He accepted this confession conditionally: that no young man had kissed her.
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