But her heart told her that she could not hurt him and could not embarrass and shame him in front of a Chaplain from his country’s Embassy.
As she waited, trying frantically to think what she should do, the Chaplain opened his Prayer Book and began the Marriage Service.
It was very short and, when Fyfe had taken his vows in a deep sincere voice that seemed to vibrate through Susanna, she heard almost as if it was the voice of a stranger, her own faltering responses.
As if he understood some of the tumult within her, Fyfe held her hand tightly all the time they were being married.
The strength of his fingers seemed in some strange way to sweep away everything else except for their love.
‘It is because I love him that I should try to save him from himself,’ she tried to tell herself.
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