He would have found me very soft-hearted at such times.

My mind changed to him a good deal after his mother's death.

I used to think of him as he was in his boyhood, when Marian and I had such great hopes of him, and would sit and talk of him for hours together by this fireside.

An old man left quite alone as I was had plenty of time for such thoughts.

Night after night I have fancied I heard his step, and have looked up at that door expecting to see him open it and come in; but he never came.