There was no need to knock at the low, rude door, for a quick ear within had caught the sound of wheels, most unusual in that lonely spot, and the vicar had scarcely had time to alight, before Mabel was in the arms of her father!
CHAPTER XXIX.
TWO WORDS.
“Teach me to love and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are to feel,—and know myself a man!”
Gray.
“To lose thee! oh! to lose thee,—to live on
And see the sun, not thee! will the sun shine—