You tell that in offering your hand that you bring me a heart unhackneyed in the arts of love, that my heart is the first and only shrine on which you have ever laid the wealth of your affections.

I cannot say the same in reply.

I have had my bright and beautiful day dream, but it has faded, and I have learned what is the hardest of all lessons for a woman to learn.

I have learned to live without love." "Oh no," said Paul, "not to live without love.

In darkened homes how many grateful hearts rejoice to hear your footsteps on the threshold.