Her heart was inexpressibly touched, and she averted her head to conceal the expression of keen sorrow which rested on her face.
"This view of the San Antonio has often struck me as particularly fine," said Dr.Bryant, turning to Florence, whose pale cheek alone attested regret at leaving her home.
"Yes, I know none superior; and our favorite ramble was along this bank, and down the river side." "Its windings are multitudinous, yet how graceful every curve: and then, the deep blue of its waters adds not a little to the beauty of the whole.

But we have not leisure to admire it now, for your cousin must not be chilled, and the wind blows freshly from the north." He stepped on as he spoke, but feeling the small hands clasped over his arm, looked earnestly down into the pale face at his side.

Mary was bending a last, long look on house and tree and river; as they walked on, the different objects passed beyond her view, and then a faint moan escaped her lips.

She met the anxious gaze of her friend, and replied to its silent questioning: "Forgive what doubtless seems a great weakness.

You and Florry can not sympathize with me now.