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us go in—it is getting quite late I am sure, and I am cold … "
She trembled violently, and caught at the branch of a tree to steady herself,—Rimanez stood immovably still, regarding her with a fixed and almost mournful gaze.
"You say my life is lonely," she went on reluctantly, and with a note of pathos in her sweet voice, "and you suggest love and marriage as the only joys that can make a woman happy. You may be right. I do not presume to assert that you are wrong. I have many married women friends—but I would not change my lot with any one of them. I have dreamed of love,—but because I have not realized my dream I am not the less content. If it is God's will that I should be alone all my days, I shall not murmur, for my solitude is not actual loneliness. Work is a good comrade
