"If I were as sure of your love as I am of mine for you--Forgive me, dearest!" for she had raised her eyes to his with an earnestness that was almost solemn.
"You may be sure," she said, slowly.

"I shall love you as long as I live.

I know it! I do not know why.

I only--feel it.

Perhaps we may be parted--" He laughed--but his hand closed on hers, and gripped them tightly.
-- "But I shall always love you.