No long rows of faces--caring.
Only the hard murmur of the busy street outside.

No excited whispers here, no music and no flowers, no bridesmaids and no wedding gown.
"I pronounce you man and wife." Then what?
She took Susette tight in her arms for a moment.

Then Emily--thank God for her!--was whispering fiercely in her ear: "It's going to be all right, my dear! In a minute you're going to laugh or cry! Laugh! It's better! Laugh!.

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