Let us keep to our place.

We are all the same before God till we disgrace ourselves.' Possibly with that sense of shame which some young people have who are not professors of sounding sentences, or affected by missionary zeal, when they venture to breathe the holy name, Evan blushed, and walked on humbly silent.

Caroline murmured: 'Yes, yes! oh, brother!' and her figure drew to him as if for protection.

Pale, she looked up.
'Shall you always love me, Evan ?' 'Whom else have I to love ?' 'But always--always?
Under any circumstances ?' 'More and more, dear.

I always have, and shall.