Not that I think we could now ever be happy together; but I am convinced that the road which he took on going away from here will some day bring him back again to our door.

Broken and humbled, scorned and repulsed by all the world, he will then seek the one remaining asylum that stands open to him, and he will find one heart that still beats for him from whom all others have turned away." The speaker rose from her seat and stood erect, her face all aglow with noble emotion.

Was it an angel in love with a devil?
"See!" she continued, pointing to the little portrait, which was encircled by a wreath of immortelles, "this picture here in my room gives daily proof how lasting a thing love is in our family.

My brothers all hate him with a deadly hatred, and yet they spare his likeness because they know that I still love him; they leave the little picture hanging in my room, nor offer to offend me by proposing another marriage for me.

They know how deep is my love, and they respect my feelings.