Can you not still hope for happiness ?" "Mary, I am parted forever from him whom I have loved so devotedly; yet I cease to repine.

I know my lot, and I will pass through life alone, yes, alone, without a murmur." "Not so, Florence--my own treasured Florence!" She turned quickly, and was clasped to the heart of him she had sworn to love alone.
"Am I dreaming ?" said Florence, gazing eagerly up into the noble face before her.

He lifted his cap from his brow, and bent his head that the light might fall full upon it.

A gleam of perfect joy irradiated her beautiful face, and, leaning her head on his shoulder, she whispered: "Forgive me--for I doubted you." He bent, and sealed her pardon with a long kiss.
Mary stole away to Mrs.Carlton to impart the good news; Dr.Bryant had already communicated it.

Warmly she sympathized with them in again meeting an old friend; but Mary heeded not her words, for her eyes were riveted on Frank's stern brow and slightly curling lip.