oh, Constantine! That one thing..." "It cannot part us," said the young man passionately, "since we have love--the mighty and gracious power which conquers all things! When love beckon: the whirlwind dies away like the breath from a child's lips; it can bridge over any abyss; it created the world and preserves the existence of humanity, it can remove mountains--and these are the most beautiful words of the greatest of the apostles: 'It is long suffering and kind, it believes all things, hopes all things' and it knows no end.
It remains with us till death and will teach us to find that peace whose bulwark and adornment, whose child and parent it is!" Gorgo had looked lovingly at him while he spoke, and he, pressing her hand to his lips went on with ardent feeling: "Yes, you shall be mine--I dare, and I will go to ask you of your father.

There are some words spoken in one's life which can never be forgotten.

Once your father said that he wished that I was his son.

On the march, in camp, in battle, wherever I have wandered, those words have been in my mind; for me they could have but one meaning: I would be his son--I shall be his son when Gorgo is my wife!--And now the time has come..." "Not yet, not to-day," she interrupted eagerly.

"My hopes are the same as yours.