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Updated: September 26, 2025
It was distinctively disconcerting to Colonel Cresswell to find Harry quite in favor of early nuptials, and to learn that the sole objection even in Helen's mind was the improbability of getting a wedding-gown in time. Helen had all a child's naive love for beautiful and dainty things, and a wedding-gown from Paris had been her life dream.
Sebastian appeared, but for once he neither cursed nor threatened her; and Esteban, when he came, was again the lover who had courted her in Habana. It was all very wonderful, very exciting, very real. Dona Isabel found herself robed for him in her wedding-gown of white, and realized that she was beautiful.
As was natural, Matilda chose for her wedding-gown a gorgeous robe of white satin, and all the preparations for the event were on a lavish scale.
It never used to be there. A sort of withered corpse of a cake not an old bride-cake surely? 'Yes, John, ours. 'Tis the very one that was made for our wedding three years ago. 'Sakes alive! Why, time shuts up together, and all between then and now seems not to have been! What became of that wedding-gown that they were making in this room, I remember a bluish, whitish, frothy thing?
Thomas daikon, the young Marquise only exchanged her wedding-gown for a travelling-costume, and departed with her husband for Campvallon, bathed in the tears of Madame de la Roche-Jugan, whose lacrimal glands were remarkably tender. Eight days later M. de Camors returned to Reuilly. Paris had revived him, his nerves were strong again.
Her husband looked at the locket. "So it is! So it is!" he said in astonishment. "I thought at first you had gone crazy." "See!" cried his wife. "It's her wedding-gown, and afterward she gave me those very beads she has around her neck! I have them yet!" She rushed from the room and returned in a moment with the beads in her hand.
Thomas daikon, the young Marquise only exchanged her wedding-gown for a travelling-costume, and departed with her husband for Campvallon, bathed in the tears of Madame de la Roche-Jugan, whose lacrimal glands were remarkably tender. Eight days later M. de Camors returned to Reuilly. Paris had revived him, his nerves were strong again.
"Well, then, where else need Jamie's home be but in Pittendurie? I'll give the land for his house, and what will you do, Andrew? Speak for your best self, my lad." "I will give my sister Christina one hundred gold sovereigns and the silk wedding-gown I promised her." "Oh, Andrew, my dear brother, how will I ever thank you as I ought to?" "I owe you more, Christina, than I can count."
Richard had asked her why she didn't curl her hair as she used to do. All the people saw Sylvia's white bonnet; it seemed to turn their eyes like a brilliant white spot, which reflected all the light in the meeting-house. But there were a few women who eyed more sharply Sylvia's wedding-gown and mantilla, for she wore the very ones which poor Charlotte Barnard had made ready for her own bridal.
"Father," she said one day, "to-morrow you know is our wedding-day. John will come home, he must return to-night. I know that he will. She might wear my wedding-gown. To please me, father, to please me?" "Anything, anything to please you, my own child," said Mr. Ives in a choked voice.
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