She rose and came out also.
"Will thee take her home ?" he said huskily.

"I can bear no more." Hylda placed her arm round Faith, and led her out under the trees and into the wood.

As they went, Faith looked back.
"Oh, forgive me, forgive me, Davy," she said softly.
Three lights burned in Hamley: one in the Red Mansion, one in the Cloistered House, and one in Soolsby's hut upon the hill.

In the Red Mansion old Luke Claridge, his face pale with feeling, his white hair tumbling about, his head thrust forward, his eyes shining, sat listening, as Faith read aloud letters which Benn Claridge had written from the East many years before.

One letter, written from Bagdad, he made her read twice.