But for my little children, let all be as it was years ago." When the little ones, like the flowers, had gone to sleep, and Dora had gone into the pretty white room prepared for her, Ralph rose to take his leave.
"Surely," said Thorne, "you are not leaving us.

You promised to stay a whole week." "I know," said the young farmer; "but you have many to think for now, Mr.Thorne.

The time will come when the poor, wearied girl sleeping above us will be Lady Earle.

Her husband knew I loved her.

No shadow even of suspicion must rest upon her.