What had she done to deserve such blessedness?
What could she do to show her recognition of the same?
She could only weep, poor child! and feel like a child, whom the Great Father has ceased to punish--forgiven, and taken back to peace.
"I think," she said, looking up from her hiding-place, "I am so happy, I should almost like to die." "No, no.

Not just yet, my foolish little woman," said Dr.Grey.

"We have, I trust, a long lifetime before us.

Mine seems only just beginning." Strange, but true.

He was forty-five and she twenty-one and yet to both this was the real spring-time of their lives.
After a pause, during which he sat thinking rather deeply, the master rose and rang the bell.
"Barker, do you know whether Sir Edwin Uniacke is still in Avonsbridge ?" Barker had seen him not an hour ago, near the senate-house.
"Will you go to his lodgings ?--let me see; can you make out this address, my dear ?" and Dr.Grey pointedly handed over the letter--the fatal letter, which had doubtless been discussed by every servant in the house--to his wife.