Low though it was, he had heard Mr.Wells' whisper.
Nell stretched a little trembling hand over her uncle to Jim, who inclosed it in his own.

Her eyes met his.

Through her tears shone faintly a light, which, but for the agony that made it dim, would have beamed radiant.
"Find the place," said Mr.Wells, handing Jim a Bible.

It was the one he always carried in his pocket.
With trembling hand Jim turned the leaves.

At last he found the lines, and handed the book back to the old man.
Simple, sweet and sad was that marriage service.