The gentle hand of the churchly official showed him how to place it upon the finger of Mary Warren, who raised her own hand in his.
So finally it was over, and those solemn ofttimes mocking words were said: "Whom God hath joined together let no man put asunder!" And then the surpliced minister of the church prayed God to witness and to bless this wedding of this man and this woman; that prayer which sometimes is a mockery before God.
There was at least one woman to weep, and Karen Jensen wept.

She left the place and ran out the door into the open sunlight, followed soon by her husband and Wid Gardner.
Sim stood for a moment undecided.

He did not stoop even now to greet his wife with that salutation usual at this moment.

The group at the bedside broke apart.

The bride, white as a ghost, dropped back on her blankets.