AN EXTRAORDINARY MARRIAGE
There are days in the life of the average man and woman which are so much like other days, so indistinguishable from their fellows, that it is impossible to recall them or to single them out for any happening of moment.
Similarly, there are days which mark tragedy or momentous episodes, which stand out, every hour and every moment, in vivid contrast to all others, days that represent a whole period of life. Such a day to all the actors of this story was the fourteenth of May, and it may be set forth almost chronologically.
At seven o'clock in the morning Cornelius Helder walked out of his house in Curzon Street.
It was a bright spring day without a cloud in the sky. He had the appearance of a man who has not slept well; his face had the curious pasty look
