"Do you remember, love?" he murmured. "And how I requited you with my insolence the next day?"
"I remember how wrongly I spoke to you,--that is all."
"Look here! Lift up your head. I have something to show you!" She slowly faced him, glowing with beautiful shame.
"Do you know these roses?" he said, drawing out his pocket-book, in which were treasured up some dead flowers.

'Do you remember, love?' he murmured. 'And how I requited you with my insolence the next day?'
'I remember how wrongly I spoke to you - that is all.'
'Look here! Lift up your head. I have something to show you!' She slowly faced him, glowing with beautiful shame.
'Do you know these roses?' he said, drawing out his pocket-book, in which were treasured up some dead flowers.
