There was that between us which kept us apart.
A hard, stern face was still in our recollection.

We remembered a certain figure, whose steps had ceased about the house, whose voice was hushed, but who was potent yet.
"We shall not forget each other," she said.
And so I took my way out of Rosville.

Ben Somers went with us to Boston, and stayed at the Bromfield.

In the morning he disappeared, and when he returned had an emerald ring, which he begged me to wear, and tried to put it on my finger, where he had seen the diamond.

I put it back in its box, thanking him, and saying it must be stored with the farewell needlebooks and pincushions.
"Shall we have some last words now ?" Aunt Merce slipped out, with an affectation of not having heard him.
We laughed, and Ben was glad that I could laugh.
"How do you feel ?" "Rather weak still." "I do not mean so, but in your mind; how are you ?" "I have no mind." "Must I give up trying to understand you, Cassandra ?" "Yes, do.