I keep thinking of things she used to say.

Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!" St.Clare walked up and down the room for some minutes more, and then said, "I believe I'll go down street, a few moments, and hear the news, tonight." He took his hat, and passed out.
Tom followed him to the passage, out of the court, and asked if he should attend him.
"No, my boy," said St.Clare.

"I shall be back in an hour." Tom sat down in the verandah.

It was a beautiful moonlight evening, and he sat watching the rising and falling spray of the fountain, and listening to its murmur.

Tom thought of his home, and that he should soon be a free man, and able to return to it at will.