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Show Page 254 "Come," I said to John, leading him indoors. The Pierces and Mistress Boyse were finishing their meal, but when we entered, Mistress Pierce looked up at us with a twinkle in her eyes. "Methinks the young folk have some good words for us," she said. I wondered how she had guessed, but then I looked at John and saw the pale, shining love glimmering in his eyes and I knew that warm and living joy shone in my own eyes, shone as though it were the most glorious day of all. And indeed it was "Leave the chores," John said. "You are going to a wedding." And so we were wed. Reverend Wyatt was waiting at the church when we arrived, along with Lieutenant Parkinson, whom John had asked to attend, and a few other friends, amongst them Richard Frethorne, who managed to hold his tongue long enough for the minister to say the words over us. At the last moment I remembered my mother's gold band, and I slipped it off the chain which hung about my neck and handed it to John. As he slid it onto my finger, I marvelled that his hands shook so. But when it was over and we walked from the church as man and wife, John was his calm, steady self once again. Outside, the sun shone and the rime that had fallen during the night glistened so, my eyes felt bedazzled and it seemed |