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Only being together, only their love, can bring redemption: she knows that perfectly. She knew it when Christmas passed and he did not return. She knew it during the snow that came in January; she knew it when the first week of February came gustily in, when she went to see his mother.

'There's nothing wrong in it,' he murmured, saying more, nothing wrong in it when two people love one another. Yet the night she wrote the letter she felt that maybe, after all, there had been: the old-fashioned sin you had to confess if you went to Confession; the sin of being greedy, the sin of not being patient.
And why should she have supposed that the happiness his love had given her was her due, and free?

Still searching among the faces around her, she again experiences the sense of punishment she was first aware of the night she wrote the last of her letters: a call to order, a call to account for the happiness she had so recklessly indulged in.

'The other day I thought it was you was the bride': the Monday after the wedding it was when he spoke to her on the street, coming up to her outside Chawke's.
She loves making it happen again, better than any dream or any imagining because it's real. 'Ah no, no,' she said, shaking her head, not adding that she didn't think she'd ever be a bride.