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was！　The　bridegroom；　slender　in　his　black　swallow…tail　and　grey

trousers；　solemn　as　a　young　solemn　cat；　was　writing

seriously：

〃William　Brangwen。〃

That　looked　more　like　it。

〃e　and　sign；　father；〃　cried　the　imperious　young　hussy。

〃Thomas　Brangwen……clumsy…fist；〃　he　said　to　himself　as　he

signed。

Then　his　brother；　a　big；　sallow　fellow　with　black

side…whiskers　wrote：

〃Alfred　Brangwen。〃

〃How　many　more　Brangwens？〃　said　Tom　Brangwen；　ashamed　of　the

too…frequent　recurrence　of　his　family　name。

When　they　were　out　again　in　the　sunshine；　and　he　saw　the

frost　hoary　and　blue　among　the　long　grass　under　the　tomb…stones；

the　holly…berries　overhead　twinkling　scarlet　as　the　bells　rang；

the　yew　trees　hanging　their　black；　motionless；　ragged　boughs；

everything　seemed　like　a　vision。

The　marriage　party　went　across　the　graveyard　to　the　wall；

mounted　it　by　the　little　steps；　and　descended。　Oh；　a　vain　white

peacock　of　a　bride　perching　herself　on　the　top　of　the　wall　and

giving　her　hand　to　the　bridegroom　on　the　other　side；　to　be

helped　down！　The　vanity　of　her　white；　slim；　daintily…stepping

feet；　and　her　arched　neck。　And　the　regal　impudence　with　which

she　seemed　to　dismiss　them　all；　the　others；　parents　and　wedding

guests；　as　she　went　with　her　young　husband。

In　the　cottage　big　fires　were　burning；　there　were　dozens　of

glasses　on　the　table；　and　holly　and　mistletoe　hanging　up。　The

wedding　party　crowded　in；　and　Tom　Brangwen；　being　roisterous；

poured　out　drinks。　Everybody　must　drink。　The　bells　were　ringing

away　against　the　windows。

〃Lift　your　glasses　up；〃　shouted　Tom　Brangwen　from　the