The light shone full upon them. They made a
splendid couple. And a sudden bizarre thought smote her. This was what
the gods had willed. This had been the weaving of destiny; and
she--she--had dared to intervene, frustrating, tearing the gilded,
smooth-wrought threads apart.
Ah well! It was done now. It was too late to draw back. But the wrath of
the gods remained to be faced. Already it was upon her, and there was no
escape.
As one who hears a voice speaking from a far distance, she heard herself
telling her father that all was well with her and she had spent an
enjoyable evening.
Then she lay back in the car with clenched hands, and listened trembling
to the thundering wheels of Destiny.
CHAPTER XV
THE SAPPHIRE FOR FRIENDSHIP
No girl ever worked harder in preparation for her own wedding than did
Dinah on the following day.
That she had scarcely slept all night was a fact that no one suspected.
Work-a-day Dinah, as her father was wont to call her, was not an object
of great solicitude to any in her home-circle, and for the first time in
her life she was thankful that such was the case.
Her mother's hard gipsy eyes watched only for delinquencies, and her
rating tongue was actually a relief to Dinah after the dread solitude of
those long hours. She was like a prisoner awaiting execution, and even
that harsh companionship was in a measure helpful to her.
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