The sacrifice of race, of faith, of family, indeed might be made; but to do this never entered the mind and heart of Marie, so utterly was it impossible.

To her peculiar feelings it was sin enough thus to have loved.
Manuel Henriquez bore his child back to the vale, little dreaming of the anguish to which his unguarded love had exposed her.

She had ever been rather a pensive and gentle girl, and therefore that she should be still serious was no matter of surprise.

For fifteen months she had sought to banish every dream of Arthur, every thought but that in loving him she had sinned against her God.

Time and prayer had in some measure softened the first acute agony of her feelings; she thought she was conquering them altogether, when his unexpected appearance excited every feeling anew.