"Not in a million years. Why, it is positively
bewildering. I wonder if I'm awake. Is it really true? I--I can't
believe that it really happened. Take a good, long look at me, please.
You DO see me, don't you? I am really standing here in your house--"
"What in the world are you talking about?" gasped Mr. Bingle, drawing
back a step or two. Mr. Flanders grabbed him by the arm. "Ouch!"
"I beg pardon, sir--I didn't mean to be rough," cried Flanders. "I'm
so excited I don't know what I'm doing, that's all. A man may be
excused for a lot of brainstorm antics when he's going to be married
again. It--"
"Married again? I thought you said you'd never--"
"What I mean is this: I was going to be married once and now I'm going
to be married again. See? Oh, you know what I mean. I'm just
driveling--simply driveling with joy. We fixed it all up fifteen
minutes after we got together. You might congratulate me, Mr. Bingle."
"God bless my soul! Congratulate you on what?"
"I'm going to marry your governess."
CHAPTER IX
THE MAN CALLED HINMAN
Bright and early on Christmas morning, Mr.
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