The door opened suddenly and the very Rachel of whom he was dreaming came suddenly in , flinging off her wraps and standing forth in her young beauty and bridal adornments , a splendid creature , almost lighting up the gloom with her radiance . `` Father , '' she cried , brokenly , and her father 's eager arms closed around her . Back in the house she had left , the guests were coming to the wedding . There were jests and laughter and friendly greeting . The bridegroom came , too , a slim , dark-eyed lad who tiptoed bashfully upstairs to the spare room , from which he presently emerged to confront Mrs. Spencer on the landing . `` I want to see Rachel before we go down , '' he said , blushing . Mrs. Spencer deposited a wedding present of linen on the table which was already laden with gifts , opening the door of Rachel 's room , and called her . There was no reply ; the room was dark and still . In sudden alarm , Isabella Spencer snatched the lamp from the hall table and held it up . The little white room was empty . No blushing , white-clad bride tenanted it . But David Spencer 's letter was lying on the stand . She caught it up and read it . `` Rachel is gone , '' she gasped . A flash of intuition had revealed to her where and why the girl had gone . `` Gone ! '' echoed Frank , his face blanching . His pallid dismay recalled Mrs. Spencer to herself . She gave a bitter , ugly little laugh . `` Oh , you need n't look so scared , Frank .
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