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A BRIDE'S LETTERS. 43 or smiles by a word, this sense of protection, this knowl- edge that another depended on him. While Alice replaced the ring in the case, it was well for her that she did not know what the weight of that wedding-ring would be. Then through all her life she retained a faint, dazed dream of a large, dim, cold, stone church, with dingy pillars, and an elderly clergyman, with a thin, worn face, and white hair. Of the marriage service she remembered but little; the sweet, solemn words that bound her for life, the terrible vow that, no matter what she suffered, must never be broken—all seemed to her like the faint, sweet music of a dream. She did not.seem to recover her full consciousness until they had left the church; and Lord Carsdale, looking with kindly pity at the pale, beautiful face, said, half-proudly : ‘You do not regret your trust in me, Alice, my wife? And now that you are my wife, I have much to say. We will not return to the Empress ; we will go to the London Bridge Hotel. I will tell you why when we are there.” CHAPTER VI. A BRIDE'S LETTERS. The next scene was in a pretty, cozy sitting-room in the London Bridge Hotel, one window of which looked over the busiest traffic that the world knows. The young hus- band and wife sat together. They had finished breakfast, and, in honor of his wedding-day, the handsome young me lordling had ordered a bottle of champagne. Se 7 ®t €omicbooks.com , 5A a 79 -?