"Oh, I am sure he would!" I exclaimed eagerly. "I have seen him, and he says he is just the same man; that his tastes are not changed."
Oh! what a beautiful rosy blush spread all over her cheeks and brow; a bright light danced for one moment in her eye, and leading me to the door, she said in a low tone, "you have made me very happy. Please go and tell mother. I must be alone." She put her hand to her heart to still the new and strange feeling of hope that was springing up there.
CHAPTER XXVII.
"The first fresh love
Dies never wholly; it lives on through pain
And disappointment; often when the heart
Is crushed, and all its sympathies pressed out,
This lingers, and awakens, and shines bright." Percival.