She fixed her eyes straight ahead, and never glanced at Richard by her side.

She held her white-bonneted head up like some gentle flower which had sprung back to itself after a hard wind.

She had a new white bridal bonnet, as Richard had wished; it was trimmed with white plumes and ribbons, and she wore a long white-worked veil over her face.

The wrought net-work, as delicate as frost, softened all the hard lines and fixed tints, and gave to her face an illusion of girlhood.

She wore the two curls over her cheeks.