I am sorry! I hoped--I really believed--you were not." "No, I am not weak," answered Roderick, with vehemence; "I maintain that I am not weak! I am incomplete, perhaps; but I can't help that.

Weakness is a man's own fault!" "Incomplete, then!" said Christina, with a laugh.

"It 's the same thing, so long as it keeps you from splendid achievement.

Is it written, then, that I shall really never know what I have so often dreamed of ?" "What have you dreamed of ?" "A man whom I can perfectly respect!" cried the young girl, with a sudden flame.

"A man, at least, whom I can unrestrictedly admire.