RENUNCIATION When Emily returned from the wastes of ravaged mind, and while yet the images of memory were hardly distinguished from the ghosts of delirious dream, the picture that haunted her with most persistency, with an objective reality the more impressive the clearer her thought became, was one which she could least comprehend or account for.

She saw lying before her a closely muffled form, the outline seeming to declare it that of a man.

The struggle of new-born consciousness was to associate such a vision with the events which had preceded her illness.

Perchance for a day, perchance only for an hour, however long the unmeasured transition from darkness to the dawn of self-knowledge, she suffered the oppression of this mechanical questioning.

At length the presence of her mother by the bedside became a fact, and it led on to the thought of her father.