It was indeed a sad inheritance--the earthly part of his great riches--and of little moment to me.

I could not bear to think or speak of it then, and I begged my friend to hide the will from my sight until time might give me strength to read it with composure.
One evening in early spring Hester and I were walking along the shore of the Mediterranean at Marseilles.

I had been traveling through southern Europe since my recovery, accompanied by Mr.and Mrs.Earl.Hester had recently joined us in this ancient city of Provence.

The sun was sinking below the distant horizon of water, and his shafts, glancing from the western edge of the sea, shot far into the immeasurable reaches above us.

We stood in silence while the great wall of night loomed into the zenith, and then fell westward through the luminous slope of heaven.