May I read his letter ?" "Certainly." She turned her face away, blushing in bitter shame.

But there was no need.

Either "the de'il is not so black as he's painted," or, what was more probable, that personage himself, incarnate in man's evil nature, shrinks from intruding his worst blackness upon the white purity of a good woman.

Probably never was an illicit or disgraceful love-letter written to any woman for which she herself was quite blameless.
Dr.Grey perused very composedly Sir Edwin's epistle to his wife, saying at the end of it, "Shall I read this aloud?
There is no reason why I should not." And he read: "My dear Christian, "If you have forgotten me, I have not forgotten you.

A man does not generally meet with a girl like you twice in his lifetime.