I shall leave you to think it all over by yourself, and I trust there will be an end of tears and melancholy faces.

It is ever darkest before the day dawns.

Good-evening!" He was going, but she laid her hand on his arm.
"Wait a moment," she said, finding her voice.

"I am so confused and bewildered that I hardly understand what you have said.

But should it all be true--you know--you know--" averting her face, "he believes me guilty!" "We will undeceive him; I can give him proofs, 'strong as Holy Writ;' and, if he loves you, he will be open to conviction.