"Now we must come----" and he gave her his arm.

She took it with that grave look of a child acting in a very serious grown-up play.

She was perfectly delicious with her blooming youth and freshness and dimples--her violet eyes shining like stars, and her red full lips pouting like appetizing ripe cherries.

Michael trembled a little as he felt her small hand upon his arm.
They walked to the altar rails and the ceremony began.
But, with the first words of the old clergyman's voice, a new and unknown excitement came over Sabine.

The night and the gorgeous chapel and the candles and the flowers all affected her deeply, just as the grand feast days used to do at the convent.