I hope you will.

I shall always think of you.

God bless you! "I am, "Ever with respect, "Your dearly loving Daughter, "Dahlia." "Dahlia Blank!" said the farmer, turning his look from face to face.
A deep fire of emotion was evidently agitating him, for the letter rustled in his hand, and his voice was uneven.

Of this, no sign was given by his inexpressive features.

The round brown eyes and the ruddy varnish on his cheeks were a mask upon grief, if not also upon joy.
"Dahlia--what?
What's her name ?" he resumed.