Chapter 41 UNDER THE ROWANS.

My wife, my life. O we will walk this world,

Yoked in all exercise of noble end,

And so thro' those dark gates across the wild

That no man knows. Indeed I love thee: come,

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Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me.

Tennyson's Princess.

Fergus was not kept long in suspense; his letter was answered by return of post.