"She will go," he added, "with the first frost.

I can do nothing." And Dr.Mulhaus, being consulted, said he was but an amateur doctor, but concurred with Dr.Mayford.So there was nothing to do but to wait for the end as patiently as might be.
During the summer she got out of bed, and sat in a chair, which Tom used to lift dexterously into the verandah.

There she would sit very quietly; sometimes getting Mrs.Buckley, who came and lived at Toonarbin that summer, to read a hymn for her; and, during this time, she told them where she would like to be buried.
On a little knoll, she said, which lay to the right of the house, barely two hundred yards from the window.

Here the grass grew shorter and closer than elsewhere, and here freshened more rapidly beneath the autumn rains.

Here, on winter's evenings, the slanting sunbeams lingered longest, and here, at such times, she had been accustomed to saunter, listening to the sighing of the wind, in the dark funeral sheoaks and cypresses, like the far-off sea upon a sandy shore.