ress; of their
standing off from me at intervals with cries of delight at the success
of their efforts; of the wind roaring in the chimney; of the
church-bells ringing in the distance; of the ever-increasing moaning of
the sea about St. Mary's Rock; and finally of the rumbling of the rubber
wheels of several carriages and the plash of horses' hoofs on the gravel
of the drive.
When the dressmakers were done with me I was wearing an ivory satin
dress, embroidered in silver, with a coronal of myrtle and orange
blossoms under the old Limerick lace of the family veil, as well as a
string of pearls and one big diamond of the noble house I was marrying
into. I remember they said my black hair shone with a blue lustre
against the sparkling gem, and I dare say I looked gay on the outside
anyway.
At last I heard a fluttering of silk outside my room, and a running
stream of chatter going down the stairs, followed by the banging of
carriage doors, and then my father's deep voice, saying:
"Bride ready? Good! Time to go, I guess."
He alone had made no effort to dress himself up, for he was still
wearing his every-day serge and his usual heavy boots. There was not
even a flower in his button-hole.
We did not speak very much on our way to church, but I found a certain
comfort in his big warm presence as we sat together in the carriage with
the windows shut, for the rising storm was beginning to frighten me.
"It will be nothing," said my father. "Just a puff of wind and a slant
of rain maybe."
The little church was thronged with people. Even the galleries were full
of the children from the village school. There was a twittering overhead
like that of young birds in a tree, and as I walked up the nave on my
father's arm I could not help but hear over the sound of the organ the
whispered words of the people in the pews on either side of us.
"Dear heart alive, the straight like her mother she is, bless her!"
"Goodness yes, it's the poor misfortunate mother come to life again."
"Dee
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