“Promise!” was his only answer, in a very persuasive voice.
“Yes, I will promise,” hiding her face on his shoulder; “but it will be your own fault if I am ever a trouble to you. Oh, Raby, may I always tell you everything; will you help me to be good, and to fight against myself?”
“We will help each other,” he answered, stroking her soft hair; “there shall never be a shadow on the one that the other will not share—half the shadow and half the sunshine; and always the Divine goodness over us. That shall be our married life, Crystal.”
CHAPTER XXXVI.
SIR HUGH’S REPENTANCE.
And by comparison I see
The majesty of matron grace,
And learn how pure, how fair can be
My own wife’s face:
Pure with all faithful passion, fair
With tender smiles that come and go,