The poison was too strong, and as the girls turned, sickened, away, the evil features froze, more evil than ever they had been in his evil life.
A few days later a brilliant wedding took place at Brent Rock, which itself was a present to the bride and groom.
After the guests had thinned out, Quentin and Eva strolled into the garden, no longer in fear of attack from the steel Automaton.
Eva glanced at her ring, musing.
"After all the things from which you have escaped, dear," she murmured, a bit timidly, "I am afraid nothing in the world can hold you."
Quentin drew her into his arms, while her hand rested on his shoulder, and kissed the little golden ring that encircled her finger.
"Nothing but that band of love," he smiled.
