"So she loved, and she was happy, As if walking in Paradise; Nay, as heaven he seemed above her, This love of her own heart's choice. It was not his birth or riches, But that he was born to bless, With the treasure of his wisdom, And the wealth of his tenderness." _Isa Craig-Knox._ Dora's sleep was quite peaceful and unbroken, while Garth tossed restlessly on his bed half the night, staring open-eyed into the darkness. She came down in the morning in her pretty travelling dress looking as fresh and bright as possible. She was not even pale as she had been the previous evening; possibly the excitement of last night had stimulated her, and roused her from her sadness.…
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