| Exit Betty Contributor(s): Livingston Hill, Grace (Author) |
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ISBN: ISBN-13: 9798682647811 Publisher: Independently Published OUR PRICE: $8.96 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: September 2020 * Not available - Not in print at this time * |
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| BISAC Categories: - Fiction | Classics - Fiction | Romance - Historical - 20th Century |
| Physical Information: 0.27" H x 6" W x 9" (0.39 lbs) 114 pages |
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| Publisher Description: The crowd gave way and the car glided smoothly up to the curb at the canopied entrance to the church. The blackness of the wet November night was upon the street. It had rained at intervals all day. The pavements shone wetly like new paint in the glimmer of the street lights, and rude shadows gloomed in every cranny of the great stone building. Betty, alone in the midst of her bridal finery, shrank back from the gaze of the curious onlookers, seeming very small like a thing of the air caught in a mesh of the earth. She had longed all day for this brief respite from everyone, but it had passed before she could concentrate her thoughts. She started forward, a flame of rose for an instant in her white cheeks, but gone as quickly. Her eyes reminded one of the stars among the far-away clouds on a night of fitful storm with only glimpses of their beauty in breaks of the overcast sky. Her small hands gripped one another excitedly, and the sweet lips were quivering. A white-gloved hand reached out to open the car door, and other hands caught and cared for the billow of satin and costly lace with which she was surrounded, as if it, and not she, were the important one. They led her up the curtained way, where envious eyes peeped through a furtive rip in the canvas, or craned around an opening to catch a better glimpse of her loveliness, one little dark-eyed foreigner even reached out a grimy, wondering finger to the silver whiteness of her train; but she, all unknowing, trod the carpeted path as in a dream. The wedding march was just beginning. She caught the distant notes, felt the hush as she approached the audience, and wondered why the ordeal seemed so much greater now that she was actually come to the moment. If she had known it would be like this- Oh, why had she given in - Taken from "Exit Betty" written by Grace Livingston Hill |
