I see it bending with the golden fruit--thousands upon thousands of fruits.

Oh! Godfrey, it is the Tree of Life, and underneath it sit you and that lady who looks like a queen, and whom you love so dear, and look into each other's eyes for ever and for ever, because you see that tree immortal do not grow upon the earth, my Godfrey." The horrible old woman made him afraid, especially did her last words make him afraid, because he who was experienced in such matters knew that she had come with no intention of uttering them, that they had burst from her lips in a sudden semi-trance such as overtakes her sisterhood from time to time.

He knew what that meant, that Death had marked them, and that they were called elsewhere, he or Isobel, or both.
"I must be going," he repeated.
"Yes, yes, you must be going--you who are going so far.

The hungry fish must go after the bait, must it not, and oh! the hook it does not see.
But, my leetle big Godfrey, one moment.

Your loving old Godmamma, she tumble on the evil day ever since that cursed old Pasteur"-- here her pale face twisted and her eyes grew wicked--"let loose the law-dogs on me.