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She woke up thinking of her marriage, and Life called to her as the birds call to one another at waking morn. The virgin angels smiled down tearfully upon her, but the mothers of Heaven blessed her and God made her queen in the kingdom of one man.
In the last week of May we were married--in the little chapel on the Port Road, where for so many years Lucy had knelt to pray in her sweet, untroubled maiden days.