The years themselves roll back, and all is once more peace--and poverty--and love." "Dear Mr.Hope!" said Mary, and put her forehead upon his shoulder.
After a while she said, timidly, "Dear Mr.Hope, now I feel I can trust you with anything." Then she looked down in charming confusion.

"My reminiscences--they are certainly a great mystery.

But I have another secret to confide to you, if I am permitted." "Is the consent of some other person necessary ?" "Not exactly necessary, Mr.Hope." "But advisable." Mary nodded her head.
"Then take your time," said Hope.

He took out his watch, and said: "I want to go to the mine.

My right-hand man reports that a ruffian has been caught lighting his pipe in the most dangerous part after due warning.