Adieu, Mr.Camwell.' He took her hand.

'Adieu.

I foresee an early separation, and this dear hand is mine while I have it in mine.Adieu.It is a word to be repeated at a parting like ours.

We do not blow out our light with one breath: we let it fade gradually, like yonder sunset.' 'Speak so,' said she.
'Ah, Chloe, to give one's life! And it is your happiness I have sought more than your favor.' 'I believe it; but I have not liked the means.

You leave us to-morrow ?' 'It seems to me that to-morrow is the term.' Her face clouded.