I Am The Family Face; Flesh Perishes,

I Am The Family Face; Flesh Perishes, I Live On.

Never In Her Life – She Could Swear It From The Bottom Of Her Soul – Had She Ever Intended To Do Wrong; Yet These Hard Judgments Had Come. Whatever Her Sins, They Were Not Sins Of Intention, But Of Inadvertence, And Why Should She Have Been Punished So Persistently?

If We Be Doomed To Marry, We Marry; If We Be Doomed To Remain Single We Do.

But His Dreams Were As Gigantic As His Surroundings Were Small.

It Was Still Early, And The Sun's Lower Limb Was Just Free Of The Hill, His Rays, Ungenial And Peering, Addressed The Eye Rather Than The Touch As Yet.