“Yet, dear Rosalie, I cannot leave now.”
“Do not think me importunate, impertinent; I wish you would go even now to-day.”
Mark Sutherland looked up at her in surprise, but checked the answer that rose to his lips, when he saw her troubled face. Her work being now completed, she arose, and left the room.
CHAPTER XII.
BRIDAL PREPARATIONS.
“Oh, yet we know that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood:
“That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroyed,