Years passed and we went to New Orleans--" Here Florence paused, and closed her eyes for a moment, but quickly resumed--"You know how I studied.

Mary, was it merely from love of metaphysics and philosophy, think you?
No.

no! Mr.Stewart's look of surprise and pleasure as, one by one, I mastered various intricacies, was the meed for which I toiled.

Mary, from the first day we met, I loved him, for his was a master spirit I worshiped him in my inmost soul, and he loved me in return.

I know--I feel that he did.