It was scarcely visible in the darkening twilight, except here and there where a light glimmered faintly.

The course of the river was marked by a soft white mist, and above it all, in the clear evening sky, hung the crescent moon.

The beauty of the scene before her reached Gwenda's heart, and helped to fill her cup of happiness.

Her visit to the farm had strengthened her determination to turn her lover's heart back to his old home.

It was all plain before her now; she had a work to do, an aim in life, not only to make her future husband happy, but to lead him back into the path of duty, from which she clearly saw he had been tempted to stray.