It is wonderful to possess that kind of a love, Philip!--the love that lives like a fresh flower after death and darkness.

And we have it--you and I." Philip murmured softly that it was so.

He felt that it was dangerous to tread upon the ground which Adare was following.

In these moments, when this great bent-shouldered giant's heart lay like an open book before him, he was not sure of himself.

The other's unbounded faith, his happiness, the idyllic fulness of his world as he found it, were things which added to the heaviness and fear at Philip's heart instead of filling him with similar emotions.