and you must try ...

indeed, indeed you must ...

to forget what happened under these trees to-night." "Of that I pray you have no fear," he replied more calmly, as he rose and once more stood before her--a dark figure in the midst of the dark wood--immovable, almost impassive, with head bent and arms folded across his chest.

"Nathless 'tis foolish for a nameless peasant even to talk of his honor, yet 'tis mine honor, Lady Sue, which will ever help me to remember that a mountain of gold and vast estates stand between me and the realization of my dream." "No, no," she rejoined earnestly, "it is not that only.

You are my friend, good Richard, and I do not wish to see you eating out your heart in vain and foolish regrets.