Of course a portrait of himself has a far deeper meaning." "Ruth Woodhouse," cried the other, "I'm ashamed of you! Didn't you tell me yourself he said it was of no value?
And you know how much he thought of the little sister!" "But that was his modesty," said Miss Ruth eagerly.

However, both ladies parted for the night with unaltered convictions, and the younger sister, opening the daguerreotype for one last look by her bedroom candle, murmured to herself, "I wonder what Deborah would think if she knew he said 'Ruth' ?" The Forsythes went away the next morning.

Perhaps it was the early start which prevented Dick from seeing Gifford again, and finishing the so summarily ended quarrel, or possibly it was recollection of the weight of Gifford Woodhouse's hand.

Yet he thought he had found a means of revenge.
In spite of the rain, he had gone to the rectory.

Helen was writing to her husband, and Dr.Howe was reading.