noon
I can not last long . '' So she had said for three years and Berthê had grown tired of waiting . Her imagination fed on the life of devotion and exaltation that her aunt wrote about . At noon Marie De Ber was married . She shivered a little in her white gown , for the church was cold . Her veil fell all over her and no one could see whether her face was joyful or not . Truth to tell , she was sadly frightened , but everybody was merry , and her husband wrapped her in a fur cloak and packed her in his sledge .