So, thinking of this, he took the train one day, his charming mistress, now only twenty-six, coming to the station to see him off.

He looked at her quite tenderly, for she was the quintessence of a certain type of feminine beauty.
"By-by, dearie," he smiled, as the train-bell signaled the approaching departure.

"You and I will get out of this shortly.

Don't grieve.
I'll be back in two or three weeks, or I'll send for you.

I'd take you now, only I don't know how that country is out there.