She was dressed in white silk, a crown of orange blossoms was around her swarthy hair--dressed high for the first time--her veil reached to the floor.

Her face was pink, but otherwise she was calm.
She looked quietly around the room as she crossed it, until her glance rested on McTeague, smiling at him then very prettily and with perfect self-possession.
She was on her father's arm.

The twins, dressed exactly alike, walked in front, each carrying an enormous bouquet of cut flowers in a "lace-paper" holder.

Mrs.Sieppe followed in the rear.

She was crying; her handkerchief was rolled into a wad.