Yes,
Marie--
'Il y a longtemps que je t'aime,
Jamais je ne t'oublierai.'"
"What, Noel, never? That is a long, long time. Are you sure, Noel?"
"Am I sure, Marie? Is yonder great rock, on which countless tides have
beaten, sure? Is the mighty Gulf sure of its ebb and flow? Is anything
sure in this world, Marie?"
The girl did not answer, and he went on:
"Tell me, Marie, do you care for me or do you not?"
Marie hesitated, and Noel impatiently gathered up some loose pebbles and
threw them into the water, walking hurriedly up and down the beach.
"Marie, you must answer me to-night; I must come to a decision."
The girl rose slowly from her seat, and, coming towards Noel, put both
her hands in his, and lifting up her great brown eyes, lighted with
happiness and perfect trust, said deliberately,--
"'Il y a longtemps que je t'aime,
Jamais je ne t'oublierai.'"
CHAPTER IV.
"Red o'er the forest peers the setting sun,
The line of yellow light dies fast away."
Keble.
"Well, I'm afraid, Webster, it's a thankless task. There are plenty of
Scotch names about here, but not the one we want.
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