Never again will his influence touch my life to change its purpose.

It is not he that keeps us apart; it is a solemn, sacred pledge made by a trusting girl in God's presence--a pledge I cannot forget, cannot break without forfeiting my self-respect, my honor." He drew her gently to him, his eyes no longer filled with passion, yet containing a depth of love that left her helpless to resist his will.
"Beth, dear," he whispered, his lips almost pressing her cheek, "I will not think of him, but only of you.

If you love me I am content.

The mere knowledge itself is happiness.

Tell me once again that this is true." "It is true, forever true; I love you." "May I have for this one time the pledge of your lips ?" A single instant she seemed to hesitate, her cheeks flushing hotly, her dark eyes lowered before his.