That love would not be worth the telling that considered extraneous circumstances, and not the object itself." "You have counted all the consequences?
I think not.

How, indeed, should you be able?
Come with me a moment." The two went up to the house, across the wide veranda, into a room half library, half lounging-room, which, from a score of evidences strewn around, was plainly the special resort of the master.

Over the mantel hung the life-size portrait of an excessively beautiful woman.

A fine, _spirituelle_ face, with proud lines around the mouth and delicate nostrils, but with a tender, appealing look in the eyes, that claimed gentle treatment.

This face said, "I was made for sunshine and balmy airs, but, if darkness and storm assail, I can walk through them unflinching, though the progress be short; I can die, and give no sign." Willie went hastily up to this, and stood, absorbed, before it.