I had forgotten what I have heard you previously utter.

I was thinking only of the present.

Forgive me, Edith, for being so thoughtless and impulsive; for being so selfish myself." "I am wrong," said Edith, ingenuously.

"I suppose conscience applied the words.

Brother, you, who are the cause of the offence, must make my peace." "It is already made," answered I, holding out my hand to meet hers; "if you acquit me of intentional wrong, I ask no more." As our hands united before him, he clasped them both in one of his own.
"A triune band," said he, earnestly, "that never must be broken.