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The boisterous happiness of a wedding-feast burst forward into the night from a splendidly lit house in the "gasse" (tight road). It was one of those evenings contacted with the glow of spring, however dull and loaded with delicate fog. Most fitting it was for a festival of the association of two longing hearts to have a similar parcel, a great deal that may perhaps first light in radiant splendor, yet in addition become blurred and grim for a significant length of time! In any case, how cheerful and glad they were around there, those individuals of the blissful times past! They, similar to us, had their difficulties and preliminaries, and when mishap visited them it came not to them with delicate pads and delicate tensions of the hand. Harsh and hard, with secured clench hand, it laid hold upon them. Be that as it may, when they gave vent to their blissful sentiments and looked to have a good time, they resembled swimmers in cooling waters. They struck out into the stream with newness and boldness, endured themselves to be borne along by the current whithersoever it followed all the way through. This was the reason for such a celebration, such a neglectfully uproarious explosion of a wide range of soul-having gayety from this place of pre-marriage ceremony.

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