Oh, the years that I have pined for it!" "Dear father, we will make up for all those years.

Oh, papa, let us not part again, never, never, not even for a day." "My child, we never will.

What am I saying?
I shall have to give you back to one who has a stronger claim than I--to your husband." "My husband ?" said Mary, turning pale.
"Yes," said Hope; "for you know you have a husband.

Oh, I heard a few words there before I interfered; but it is not to me you'll say '_I don't know_.' That was good enough for Bartley and a lot of strangers.
Come, Grace dear, take my arm; have no concealments from me.

Trust to a father's infinite love, even if you have been imprudent or betrayed; but that's a thing I shall never believe except from your lips.