I remembered looking up at her, and seeing tears in the gray-blue eyes.

Then some one had come to the door, and, after speaking, she came back to me, kissed me, said something softly, and went out, leaving me alone.

I could not recall what it was she said.
That must have been an hour, maybe two hours, ago, for it was already growing dusk.

I do not know whether I thought or dreamed, but I seemed to live over again all the events of the past few days.

Every incident came before me in vividness of coloring, causing my nerves to throb.