I do thoroughly, and there, you see, I give you my hand.' Evan drew the dear hand humbly to his lips.

Rose then nodded meaningly, and let her eyes dwell on him, and went in to her mother to open the battle.
Could it be that a flame had sprung up in those grey eyes latterly?
Once they were like morning before sunrise.

How soft and' warm and tenderly transparent they could now be! Assuredly she loved him.

And he, beloved by the noblest girl ever fashioned, why should he hang his head, and shrink at the thought of human faces, like a wretch doomed to the pillory?
He visioned her last glance, and lightning emotions of pride and happiness flashed through his veins.

The generous, brave heart! Yes, with her hand in his, he could stand at bay--meet any fate.