Yes, it was very hard to forget.
He saw Bolitho straighten his back and turned to face the aisle as the doors reopened.
The organ played, and a rustle of expectancy transmitted itself through the building as Lieutenant Adam Pascoe, with Bolitho’s bride on his arm, walked slowly towards the altar.
Bolitho watched, afraid he might miss something. Belinda was beautiful, and Adam like a picture of himself from the past.
He saw Belinda raise her eyes to his and smile, and reached out to guide her the last few steps to the altar.
She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and Herrick heard him say, “Peace. At last.”
Herrick stepped up beside them. He doubted if anyone else here today would know what Bolitho had meant, and the realization made him feel like a giant.
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