...shall not have to bear much more. Oh, Dym, try to be glad for me ; I am longing so sorely for my rest." She only shook her head and buried her face deeper...child, stretching out her tender arms to detain the biother who was so dear to her. "Will, do not leave me; pray that you may not leave me!" clinging to...

...Silverthorne from a worldly point of view, would only be too glad to throw themselves at her feet, she only shook her head and buried her face deeper in the down pillows of the divan. But when the old lady reminded her that, by the terms of Silas Silverthorne's...