Time will subdue all this.

You have a beautiful life before you, darling! The cherished bride of Leon Dexter must tread a path of roses." A long sigh parted the lips of Miss Loring, and her face, to which not even the faintest tinge of color had yet returned, bent itself downward.

She was silent.
"You leaned your face against him ?" said Mrs.Loring.
"He drew my head down.

I had no power of resistance, aunt.

There was a spell upon my senses." "You did not reject his ardent kisses ?" "I could not." "And when he extended his hand, and asked you to lay your own within it, as a sign and a token of love, you gave him the sign and the token.