Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 177: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 17I ‘It is too late,” I cried. ‘‘ May is not one to change a lover like the fashion of a head- dress, or break her troth, even at the bidding of a father.” , “<Tut, tut !” said he, somewhat uneasily, for, without intending to take any advantage of him, I had forced him to the dilemma of acknowledging the truth of my remark, or of himself branding his daughter as a shallow coquette. “Tut, tut, my good Ralph. Hero- ics are mighty fine, but we cannot rule our lives by them. May is young, and so are you, and you will both forget it.” “‘Never !” I exclaimed. ‘Ihave as much faith in her constancy as in mine own.” ‘*No more?” he answered, laughingly. Faith! that is an admission all in my favor, for when you get to my time of life you will know that constancy is a rare quality in man or woman.” I was about to indignantly deny this cyni- cal conclusion, but he rose as if to put an end to our interview, and patting me on the shoulders with both hands said in a friendly tone: «‘No, my lad, no. Once for all I cannot comichbooks.com