I never meet you that my heart does not know an impulse for good--I never think of you but--" "Let us be as strangers!" said Edith, rising abruptly.

And turning away, she fled from the room.
Slowly did the young man leave the apartment in which they were sitting, and without seeing any member of the family, departed from the house.

There was a record on his memory that time would have no power to efface.

It was engraved too deeply for the dust of years to obliterate.

As he went, musing away, the pale face of Edith was before him; and the anguish of her voice, as she said, "Let us be as strangers," was in his ears.