Isabella Spencer knew it . Amid all the conflict of anger and revolt in her soul was a strong desire not to make a worse scandal than must of necessity be made . The desire subdued and tamed her , as nothing else could have done . `` I will go , since I have to , '' she said icily . `` What ca n't be cured must be endured . Go and tell them . '' Five minutes later the sixty wedding guests were all walking over the fields to the Cove , with the minister and the bridegroom in the front of the procession . They were too amazed even to talk about the strange happening . Isabella Spencer walked behind , fiercely alone . They all crowded into the little room of the house at the Cove , and a solemn hush fell over it , broken only by the purr of the sea-wind around it and the croon of the waves on the shore . David Spencer gave his daughter away ; but , when the ceremony was concluded , Isabella was the first to take the girl in her arms . She clasped her and kissed her , with tears streaming down her pale face , all her nature melted in a mother 's tenderness . `` Rachel ! Rachel ! My child , I hope and pray that you may be happy , '' she said brokenly . In the surge of the suddenly merry crowd of well-wishers around the bride and groom , Isabella was pushed back into a shadowy corner behind a heap of sails and ropes . Looking up , she found herself crushed against David Spencer . For the first time in twenty years the eyes of husband and wife met . A strange thrill shot to Isabella 's heart ; she felt herself trembling . `` Isabella . ''
It was David 's voice in her ear -- a voice full XXXXX tenderness and pleading -- the voice of the young wooer of her girlhood -- `` Is it too late to ask you to forgive me ?
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