But when she came to the last name , she did not utter it . She cast a black glance at Rachel , and a spark leaped up in the depths of the pale eyes . On her face were anger , amazement , incredulity , the last predominating . The final name on the list of wedding guests was the name of David Spencer . David Spencer lived alone in a little cottage down at the Cove . He was a combination of sailor and fisherman . He was also Isabella Spencer 's husband and Rachel 's father . `` Rachel Spencer , have you taken leave of your senses ? What do you mean by such nonsense as this ? '' `` I simply mean that I am going to invite my father to my wedding , '' answered Rachel quietly . `` Not in my house , '' cried Mrs. Spencer , her lips as white as if her fiery tone had scathed them . Rachel leaned forward , folded her large , capable hands deliberately on the table , and gazed unflinchingly into her mother 's bitter face . Her fright and nervousness were gone . Now that the conflict was actually on she found herself rather enjoying it . She wondered a little at herself , and thought that she must be wicked . She was not given to self-analysis , or she might have concluded that it was the sudden assertion of her own personality , so long dominated by her mother 's , which she was finding so agreeable . `` Then there will be no wedding , mother , '' she said . `` Frank and I will simply go to the manse , be married , and go home . If I can not invite my father to see me married , no one else shall be invited . '' Her lips narrowed tightly .
For the first time in her life Isabella Spencer saw a reflection of herself looking back at her from her daughter 's face -- a strange , indefinable resemblance that was more XXXXX soul and spirit than of flesh and blood .
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