He knew that he should always remember that moment.

She knew it, too.

She put her hand to her cheek and turned away from him a little tremulously.

Both were silent.
They had been together since early morning.

Plattville was proud of him.
Many a friendly glance from the folk who jostled about them favored his suit and wished both of them well, and many lips, opening to speak to Harkless in passing, closed when their owners (more tactful than Mr.
Bardlock) looked a second time.
Old Tom Martin, still perched alone On his high seat, saw them standing by the tent-pole, and watched them from under his rusty hat brim.