"Good-bye, husband, till that appointed hour of meeting when I may call you so without shame," and she held out her hand.
He took and pressed it; speak he could not.

Then, like a man stricken in years, he passed down the church with bent head and shambling feet.

At the door he turned to look at her.

She was standing erect and proud as a conqueror, her hand resting upon the altar.

Even at that distance their eyes met, and in hers, lit with a wild and sudden ray from the sinking sun, he could see a strange light shine.