A Christmas carol . youwere not what you are, she returned. Iam. That which promised happiness when wewere one in heart, is fraught with misery nowthat we are two. How often and how keenlyI have thought of this, 1 will not say. It isenough that I have thought of it, and canrelease you. * Have I ever sought release ? In words. No. Never. ? what, then.^ In^a changed nature ; in an altered spirit ;in another atmosphere of life ; another Hopeas its great end. In everything that made mylove of any worth or value in your sight. Ifthis had never been between us, said thegirl, looking mildly, but with
A Christmas carol . youwere not what you are, she returned. Iam. That which promised happiness when wewere one in heart, is fraught with misery nowthat we are two. How often and how keenlyI have thought of this, 1 will not say. It isenough that I have thought of it, and canrelease you. * Have I ever sought release ? In words. No. Never. ? what, then.^ In^a changed nature ; in an altered spirit ;in another atmosphere of life ; another Hopeas its great end. In everything that made mylove of any worth or value in your sight. Ifthis had never been between us, said thegirl, looking mildly, but with steadiness, uponhim ; tell me, would you seek me out andtry to win me now ? Ah, no ! He seemed to yield to the justice of thissupposition, in spite of himself. But he saidwith a struggle, You think not. I would gladly think otherwise if I could,she answered, Heaven knows ! When /have learned a Truth like this, I know howstrong and irresistible it must be. But if youwere free to-day, to-morrow, yesterday, can 65.
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