"I told you that I was a sinner, George; I want to tell you how." "Tell me nothing; let us both go and repent," he rejoined, laughing, and he hurried her away.

She had lost her opportunity.
Next morning she was married.

The day was glorious.

The town was garlanded, and there was not an English merchant or a Dutch burgher but wore his holiday dress.

The ceremony ended, a traveller came among the crowd.