Susanna Moodie,
Flora Lyndsay; or, Passages in an Eventful Life…
“ The time is too short to prepare one to part with friends so dear. If it were not for my poor old father, I would go with you.”“What a blessing it would be!” said Lyndsay.“Oh! do go, dear Mary,” cried Flora, quite transported at the thought; and flinging her arms about her friend’s neck. “It would make us so happy.”“It is impossible!” said the dear Mary, with a sigh. “I spoke without thinking. My heart will follow you across the Atlantic; but duty keeps me here. I will not, however, waste the time still left to us in useless regrets. Love is better shown by deeds than words. ”
