But Suppose It Was Truth Double Strong,

There Was A Filmy Veil Of Soft Dull Mist Obscuring, But Not Hiding, All Objects, Giving Them A Lilac Hue, For The Sun Had Not Yet Fully Set; A Robin Was Singing ... The Leaves Were More Gorgeous Than Ever; The First Touch Of Frost Would Lay Them All Low To The Ground. Already One Or Two Kept Constantly Floating Down, Amber And Golden In The Low Slanting Sun-rays.

I Do Try To Say, God’s Will Be Done, Sir,” Said The Squire, Looking Up At Mr. Gibson For The First Time, And Speaking With More Life In His Voice; “but It’s Harder To Be Resigned Than Happy People Think.

If You Dare To Injure Her In The Least, I Will Await You Where No Policeman Can Step In Between. And God Shall Judge Between Us Two.

I Do Not Look On Self-indulgent, Sensual People As Worthy Of My Hatred; I Simply Look Upon Them With Contempt For Their Poorness Of Character.

Don’t Be Afraid,” She Said, Coldly, “ As Far As Love May Go She May Be Worthy Of You. It Must Have Taken A Good Deal To Overcome Her Pride. Don’t Be Afraid, John.