Octavia's Pride; or, The Missing Witness — page 253: what you’re looking at

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OCTAVIA’S PRIDE. 243 of ak anipel in the world, but of losing you, or your love, _ Maurice.” And the pair passed on. Such asimple bridal. No satin or point lace; no orange blossoms or diamonds; no crowd of waiting carriages, and admiring bride-maids, and curious friends. How the.crowd of modistes, and: milliners, and jewelers, and innumerable other artistes, busy over the ap- proaching great event, which was to transform the heiress of Wainwright Slope into the lady of Falkner Castle, would have sneered and scouted. But the softest starlight trembled a loving radiance from the blue above, and the silver crescent smiled auspiciously; and as they passed through the overhanging shrubbery, the playful boughs showered upon them a sparkling cascade of nature’s pearls and diamonds, and best. and most beautiful of all, within the two joyful hearts reigned perfect love and trust. “We will have our bridal tour as well as the best of them,” said Maurice. ‘‘I am going to show you London in a most romantic guise. And then we will take a trip to Scotland.” | “Oh, can we find’ Jane West?” said Wilhelmine, eagerly. ‘“‘ If hunting over London, and sending to the address she gave will do it, certainly we can.” “That will be the crowning charm,” sighed Wilhelmine, in the fullness of content. “And I do not mean it shall be any commonplace journey to London. I am going to get the cozy pony carriage at the corner, and a driver, and take an out-of-the-way, zigzag course through the charming country between this and London.” “Like one of our dark journeys in India, only with a vast difference in the likeness,” said the bride, with a smile. ‘* It will be the most ies pa thing in the world, Maurice, unless——” comicbooks co