YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



was greatly impresssed, that she believed 

 that Fate had sent him to our castle by the 

 sea, where we had boasted that we were 

 safe from snares. 



And she went on to tell what a fine pic- 

 ture the two made, with the old rustic stone- 

 work, mossed in the young tendrils of the 

 creeping ivy, for a setting; how charming 

 Beulah looked in her filmy white gown of 

 clinging Swiss muslin, with an arm-load of 

 red-rambler roses she had been gathering 

 for the dining-room, with the spreading oak 

 tree overhanging the entrance forming a 

 canopy of rustling, glistening green above 

 her. 



She described how our handsome knight- 

 errant, for that was what she called him, 

 with the sun burnishing his clustering locks, 

 his fine head thrown slightly backward, but 

 with one foot advanced, as though bound 

 to climb to her sooner or later, had halted 

 between the two big flower urns, which bore 

 two cameo sphinxes, their mysterious, silent 

 lips just on a level with his own questioning 

 ones. 



Mamma hurried forward to meet our new 

 visitor, who proved to be the son of a dear 

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