You would think that wrong, you know, and so would every one of sense and feeling.

Come, Ruth, don't pin your faith on any one, but judge for yourself.

The pleasure is perfectly innocent; it is not a selfish pleasure either, for I shall enjoy it to the full as much as you will.

I shall like to see the places where you spent your childhood; I shall almost love them as much as you do." He had dropped his voice; and spoke in low, persuasive tones.

Ruth hung down her head, and blushed with exceeding happiness; but she could not speak, even to urge her doubts afresh.
Thus it was in a manner settled.
How delightfully happy the plan made her through the coming week! She was too young when her mother died to have received any cautions or words of advice respecting _the_ subject of a woman's life--if, indeed, wise parents ever directly speak of what, in its depth and power, cannot be put into words--which is a brooding spirit with no definite form or shape that men should know it, but which is there, and present before we have recognised and realised its existence.
Ruth was innocent and snow-pure.