In another moment she was gone, and Sweetwater found himself alone with his reflections.
They were not altogether unpleasing.

He was sure that he read the evidences of struggle in her slowly working lips and changing impulses.
"So, so!" thought he.

"The good seed has found its little corner of soil.
I'll leave it to take root and sprout.

Perhaps the coroner will profit by it.

If not, I've a way of coaxing tender plants which should bring this one to fruit.