In fact they got married two months later, and although few guests were invited, quite a lot of people came to the church to see if Humphrey would do it again.
Humphrey drove off with Dixie. She said, ‘I feel as if I’ve been twenty years married instead of two hours.’
He thought this a pity for a girl of eighteen. But it was a sunny day for November, and, as he drove swiftly past the Rye, he saw the children playing there and the women coming home from work with their shopping-bags, the Rye for an instant looking like a cloud of green and gold, the people seeming to ride upon it, as you might say there was another world than this.
Muriel Spark
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