But at last she was at the gate, in all her exquisite beauty and winsomeness, and something must be done to make the heart conform to the usages of good society.

She, too, was in trouble with her breathing, but John thought that her trouble was owing to exertion.

However that may have been, nothing in heaven or earth was ever so beautiful, so radiant, so graceful, or so fair as this girl who had come to give herself to John.

It seems that I cannot take myself away from the attractive theme.
"Ah, Sir John, you did come," said the girl, joyously.
"Yes," John succeeded in replying, after an effort, "and you--I thank you, gracious lady, for coming.

I do not deserve--" the heart again asserted itself, and Dorothy stood by the gate with downcast eyes, waiting to learn what it was that John did not deserve.