And suddenly her heart gave a wild throb that was anguish, and stood still.
Fletcher Hill's arm went round her.

He held her for a second closely to him--more closely than he had ever held her before.

But--it came to her later--he did not utter a single word.

He only drew her on.
And so she came to Bill Warden waiting before the altar.

They met--and all the rest was blotted out.
She went through that service in a breathless wonderment, an amazement that yet was strangely free from distress.