"Bygones will not be bygones. It may be well for people to say so, but it is never true. One might as well say so to one's body as to one's heart. But the hairs will grow grey, and the heart will grow cold."
"I do not see that one follows upon the other," said George. "My hair is growing very grey;"--and to show that it was so, he lifted the dark lock from the side of his forehead, and displayed the incipient grizzling of the hair from behind. "If grey hairs make an old man, Alice, you will marry an old husband; but even you shall not be allowed to say that my heart is old."

"Bygones will not be bygones. It may be well for people to say so, but it is never true. Hair will grow grey, and the heart will grow cold."
"I do not see that one follows the other," said George. "My hair is growing very grey;" and he lifted the dark lock from the side of his forehead to show the greying hair behind. "If grey hairs make an old man, Alice, you will marry an old husband; but even you shall not be allowed to say that my heart is old."
