"OUR dead"-- the involuntary admission of that sole feeling, which makes one, erewhile a stranger, say to, or think of another--"All thine are mine, and mine are thine, henceforward and for ever." I watched John as he stood by the fire; his thoughtful brow and firm-set lips contradicting the youthfulness of his looks.

Few as were his years, he had learnt much in them.

He was at heart a man, ready and able to design and carry out a man's work in the world.

And in his whole aspect was such grave purity, such honest truth, that no wonder, young as they both were, and little as she knew of him, this poor orphan should not have feared to trust him entirely.

And there is nothing that binds heart to heart, of lovers or friends, so quickly and so safely, as to trust and be trusted in time of trouble.
"Did she tell you any more, John?
Anything of her circumstances ?" "No.