But there was no sound.
For an instant my eyes met those of the bride; the blood boiled rapidly to her forehead, and then sank back, and she was as pale as if death had been in the glance I had given her.

And I could see the folds of her rich dress tremble, and her beautiful lips quiver; and she turned away her eyes, and the solemn rites were concluded.
"I returned to my lodgings.

I heeded not the gay smiles and free merriment of those around me.

I hurried along like one who wanders abroad in a dark dream; for I could hardly think of the events of the morning as things of reality.

But, when I spurred my horse aside, as the carriage which contained the newly married swept by me, the terrible truth came upon me like a tangible substance, and one black and evil thought passed over my mind, like the whispered suggestion of Satan.