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Chapter Fourteen We married at eight that morning, in a small parish church. The two of us with the parish priest and lots of smiles. I was shivering to my bones thinking it the most rash wonderful thing I’d ever done, even though I was so scared I could hardly get my vows out of my lips. *** There was a smaller hotel in town. A boarding house in fact, where at nine o’clock in the morning there was no one around, the boarders all on their way to work. Except for an industrious hostess doing a mountain of sheets in the downstairs laundry, the place was deserted. I was jabbering like an i***t all the way to the house, while he checked in, and as we mounted the stairs together. William was serene and very quiet, and when we got to the top of the two flights of stairs, he turned to me and