Nan was very proud of that basket of wild flowers. She would not part with it. She had it placed before her on the table when all the people had assembled and sat down. And perhaps there was one there who, looking alternately at the bright-eyed bride who sat beside him, and at that basket of wild roses, red, and white, and pink, and whitish-red and whitish-pink, may have said to himself that there was no red one there half so red as her lips, and no white one half so white as her clear and shining soul.
FINIS.
THE PUPIL OF AURELIUS
BY
WILLIAM BLACK
AUTHOR OF 'MACLEOD OF DARE,' 'SUNRISE,' ETC.
NEW EDITION
LONDON
MACMILLAN AND CO.
1882