Chapter 53 CHAPTER XII.

A COWARDLY LOVE.

"Howso'er I stray or range,

Whate'er I do, thou dost not change;

I steadier step when I recall

That if I slip thou dost not fall."

––Clough.

"Have you buried your happiness? Well, live bravely on. The plant does not die though all its flowers be broken off. It remembers that spring will surely come again."

Rola