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"But yes, I can marry you in the church," said the Vicar, blowing out
smoke, and laughing enjoyably across at Graeme, who sat in another
garden chair under the big trees in front of the Vicarage.
"In spite of the fact that we are aliens?"
"Oh, it is not so bad as that. We ab-sorbed you by conquest and so you
are really a part of us. We are all one family now."
"And such a marriage would be perfectly legal and unassailable?"
"I shall marry you more firmly than if you were married in
Cant-er-bury Cath-edral," laughed the Vicar.
"That should suffice. But why more firmly? How improve on perfection?"
"I will tell you," said the Vicar, with increased enjoyment, as he
leaned forward and tapped Graeme's knee. "It is this way.--If you are
married in Cant-er-bury Cath-edral you can be divorced,--n'est-ce pas?
Oui! Eh bien!--If you are married in my church of Sark you can never
be divorced. C'est ça! It is the old Norman law."
"We will be married in your church of Sark," said Graeme, with
conviction.
"That is right. I shall marry you so that you shall never be able to
get away from one another."
"Please God, we'll never want to!"
"Ah yes! Of course. C'est ça!"