But even he cannot bring back one of those dear days.

I would give much to have that one day back, when she came and told me all her woes.

But that is impossible.
When they came to wake her in the morning--the very morning after that--she was dead in her bed; the colour gone for ever from those velvet cheeks, the fire quenched out of those passionate eyes, past power of love or hate to rekindle.

_Requiescat in pace_, and may God give her eternal rest and forgiveness for all her sins.

Poor, beautiful, erring woman!.