She's got a face like a lily." Seth's soul rushed to his eyes and lips: he had never yet confessed his secret to Adam, but now he felt a delicious sense of disburdenment, as he answered, "Aye, Addy, I do love her--too much, I doubt.

But she doesna love me, lad, only as one child o' God loves another.

She'll never love any man as a husband--that's my belief." "Nay, lad, there's no telling; thee mustna lose heart.

She's made out o' stuff with a finer grain than most o' the women; I can see that clear enough.

But if she's better than they are in other things, I canna think she'll fall short of 'em in loving." No more was said.