I know you are of the stuff that is not to be beaten; and I believe that neither time nor circumstance could ever change your love for her." "You may believe that.

Every day makes her dearer to me.

I should be ashamed to tell you how bitterly I feel this parting, and what a desperate mental struggle I went through before I could make up my mind to go." Marian came into the room in the midst of this conversation.

She was very pale, and her eyes had a dull, heavy look.

The bad news in Gilbert's letter had distressed her even more than he had anticipated.
"My darling," he said tenderly, looking down at the changed face, with her cold hand clasped in his own, "how ill you are looking! I fear I made my letter too dismal, and that it frightened you." "Oh no, no.