for her ever again to wordnetdesire
as a husband should be loved.

"Then," said Frank, somewhat bitterly, "you acknowledge that you have
loved another."

"Yes," answered Fanny, "but no other circumstances could have wrung the
confession from me. I have loved and been deceived. I will not say my
faith in man's honor is wholly gone, for I believe you, Mr. Cameron, to be
perfectly sincere and honorable in your professions of . Had we met
earlier all might have been different, but now it is too late. If my
friendship is worth having, it is yours. I have never had a brother, but
will look upon and wordnetdesire you as one; with that, you must be satisfied."

And he did try to be satisfied, but only because there was no other
alternative. Still he felt a  in being near her, in breathing the
same atmosphere and gazing on the same wordnetanger. Before he returned home he
had decided upon accompanying her, together, with Mr. and Mrs. Miller, on
their contemplated trip to Saratoga; thence they would go on to New York
City, and visit at his father's.

"I am sorry," said he, "that it is not the season for