It is so easily slipped through the fingers.

A little irresolution--a little want of moral courage--a little want of self-confidence--a little pride, and it is lost.

You follow me ?" Maggie nodded.

There was a great tenderness in her eyes--such a tenderness as, resting on men, may bring them nearer to the angels.
Steinmetz laid his large hand over hers.
"Mademoiselle," he went on, "I believe that the good God sent you along this lonely river in your boat.

Paul leaves me to-morrow.