No; but my hands are tied.

I cannot defend you or justify myself; and induce Mama to stand by us.

Oh, Evan! you love me! why can you not open your heart to me entirely, and trust me ?' 'More ?' cried Evan: 'Can I trust you more ?' He spoke of the letter: Rose caught his hand.
'I never had it, Evan.

You wrote it last night?
and all was written in it?
I never saw it--but I know all.' Their eyes fronted.

The gates of Rose's were wide open, and he saw no hurtful beasts or lurking snakes in the happy garden within, but Love, like a fixed star.
'Then you know why I must leave, Rose.' 'Leave?
Leave me?
On the contrary, you must stay by me, and support me.
Why, Evan, we have to fight a battle.' Much as he worshipped her, this intrepid directness of soul startled him-almost humbled him.