ten appears the plainest to her in the glare of light? False
Gods; murder; theft; the honour that she owes her mother;--which is it
that appears to leave the wall, and printing itself in glowing letters,
on her book!

"Who giveth this woman to be married to this man?"'

Cousin Feenix does that. He has come from Baden-Baden on purpose.
'Confound it,' Cousin Feenix says--good-natured creature, Cousin
Feenix--'when we do get a rich City fellow into the family, let us show
him some attention; let us do something for him.' I give this woman to
be married to this man,' saith Cousin Feenix therefore. Cousin Feenix,
meaning to go in a straight line, but turning off sideways by reason
of his wilful legs, gives the wrong woman to be married to this man,
at first--to wit, a brides--maid of some condition, distantly connected
with the family, and ten years Mrs Skewton's junior--but Mrs Miff,
interposing her mortified bonnet, dexterously turns him back, and runs
him, as on castors, full at the 'good lady:' whom Cousin Feenix giveth
to married to this man accordingly. And will they in the sight of
heaven--? Ay, that they will: Mr Dombey says he will. And what says
Edith? She will. So, from that day forward, for better for worse, for
richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,
till death do them part, they plight their troth to one another, and
are married. In a firm, free hand, the Bride subscribes her name in the
register, when they adjourn to the vestry. 'There ain't a many ladies
come here,' Mrs Miff says with a curtsey--to look at Mrs Miff, at such a
season, is to make her mortified bonnet go down with a dip--writes their
names like this good lady!' Mr Sownds the Beadle thinks it is a truly
spanking signature, and worthy of the writer--this, however, between
himself and conscience. Florence signs too, but unapplauded, for her
hand shakes. All the party sign; Cousin Feenix last; who puts his noble
name into a wrong place, and enrols himself as having been born that
morning. The Major now salutes the Bride right gallantly, and carries
out that branch of military tactics in reference to all the ladies:
notwithstanding Mrs Skewton's being extremely hard to kiss, and
squeaking shrilly in the sacred edifice. The example is followed by
Cousin. Feenix and even by Mr Dombey. Lastly, Mr Carker, with his white
teeth glistening, approaches Edith, more as if he meant to bite her,
than to taste the sweets that linger