"That horrid man," said Victoria with a shiver as he passed onward. "We will never get tired, Mr.--I mean Angus?"
"Never," he whispered fervently.
There's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream, but what a pity there should be any awakening.
[CHAPTER XXXIII.]
PALLIDA MORS.
"He comes unsought
To young and old,
Can ne'er be bought
By tears or gold,
He buries us all in the churchyard's mould.