She had borne much, suffered much, and murmured not; but this shock pressed too hard, came too home, and from the hand of him for whom she would have sacrificed all! I stood by her in death; I beheld my work; and I turned away, a wanderer and a pilgrim upon the face of the earth.

Verily, I have had my reward.
The old man paused, in great emotion; and Clarence, who could offer him no consolation, did not break the silence.

In a few minutes Talbot continued-- From that time the smile of woman was nothing to me: I seemed to grow old in a single day.

Life lost to me all its objects.

A dreary and desert blank stretched itself before me: the sounds of creation had only in my ears one voice; the past, the future, one image.