I hear him at his flute.

I expect he's tired waiting for me.

Well, give my love to the girls! T.L.
As Hylda read, she passed through phases of feeling begotten of new understanding which shook her composure.

She had seen David and all that David was doing; Egypt, and all that was threatening the land through the eyes of another who told the whole truth--except about his own cowardice, which was untrue.

She felt the issues at stake.