‘You are a kind-hearted and an honourable youth, and understand, doubtless, that which is due to the feelings of a man of honour. – But the heather that I have trod upon when living, must bloom ower me when I am dead – my heart would sink, and my arm would shrink and wither like [...]

‘Young man,’ she said, presenting me with a ring, which I well remembered as one of the few ornaments that Miss Vernon sometimes wore, ‘this comes from one whom you will never see more. If it is a joyless token, it is well fitted to pass through the hands of one to whom joy can [...]