Her face, as she passed on down the aisle by her husband's side, was wonderfully softened, and even Mrs.Ermsted found no gibe to fling after her.

The smile that quivered on Stella's lips was full of an unconscious pathos that disarmed all criticism.
The sunshine outside the church was blinding.

It smote through the awning with pitiless intensity.

Around the carriage a curious crowd had gathered to see the bridal procession.

To Stella's dazzled eyes it seemed a surging sea of unfamiliar faces.