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...Austin L.Y.B. Spencer ’03 faces a vexing dilemma. “I will not wed the daughter of Lord Sothersby,” he announced. “Though my family doth wish it, she hath not my heart.” Word on the street is that he pines for Mary Kelly ’04, who is exceeding clever, but unfortunately Irish. “She is more fit to be a chambermaid than a bride,” sniffed Spencer’s father, Lord Nigel Spencer...
...years later, Birdie is engaged to Earl Urquhart, a philandering suitor uniquely unfit to wed this wonderful woman. Just before the wedding, though, Earl rashly risks his bride in a poker game, and Finus wins her from him. Fate prevents Finus from collecting on his debt, and some years later he marries Birdie’s childhood friend, Avis, even though he doesn’t love...
...Beverly Hills fashionista to Harvard Law School; Sweet sends Southern gal Melanie--who had fled to New York City, found success as a designer and landed the mayor's son as her fiance--back home to get a quick divorce from Jake (Josh Lucas), the boy she had loved, wed and left in rancor. But Jake is so steamed that he won't sign the papers. The whole town turns on Melanie for becoming a spoiled Yankee brat. And the mayor dispatches spies to learn her dirty white-trash secret...
...Austin L.Y.B. Spencer ’03 faces a vexing dilemma. “I will not wed the daughter of Lord Sothersby,” he announced. “Though my family doth wish it, she hath not my heart.” Word on the street is that he pines for Mary Kelly ’04, who is exceeding clever, but unfortunately Irish. “She is more fit to be a chambermaid than a bride,” sniffed Spencer’s father, Lord Nigel Spencer...
...another clan patriarch. He then embarks on a convoluted tale about the local volcanoes: Ibolobu is man, and Enerea is nature, married to Manulabu, the rooster. Ibolobu falls for Enerea and fights Manulabu for her. In the end, the rooster's head is chopped off, leaving Ibolobu free to wed Enerea. Muja takes half an hour to spin the yarn, puffing away on hand-rolled, pungent cigarettes, pulling faces and waving his hands around. I'm transfixed, a captive audience?not least because in one flailing hand is a fearsome machete he seems to have forgotten he's holding...