"Anxious, busy, struggling years!" "But to-day we celebrate the festival of Peace," he exclaimed fervently.
"I have learnt to leave every man to go his own way so long as I am allowed to go mine.

The old strife is buried; take me as I am and I, for my part, will think only of the noble and beautiful traits in which your nature is so rich.

The fruit of all wholesome strife must be peace; let us pluck that fruit, Gorgo, and enjoy it together.

Ah! as I stand here and gaze out over the gardens and the lake, hearing the hammers of the shipwrights, and rejoicing in your presence, I feel as though our childhood might begin all over again--only better, fuller and more beautiful!" "If only my brothers were here!" "I saw them." "Oh! where ?" "At Thessalonica, well and happy--I have letters for you from them." "Letters!" cried Gorgo, drawing away her hand.

"Well, you are a tardy messenger! Our houses are within a stone's throw, and yet in a whole day, from noon till noon, so old a friend could not find a few minutes to deliver the letters entrusted to him, or to call upon such near neighbors ..." "First there were my parents," interrupted the young soldier.