There is no mother to weep, no fair young sister to grieve, no father or brother to be bowed down with sorrow.

I am alone in the world.

My foolhardiness would injure only myself--only myself." He had been thinking so deeply that he had not noted the flight of time, nor that the street lamps had grown fewer and far between, at last ceasing altogether, and that they were traveling a country road.
Suddenly the vehicle came to a stop.

The driver jumped from his box and opened the door with a jerk, remarking: "This is the place." Lester alighted, looking about him in a rather mystified manner, but before he could make the inquiry that rose to his lips the driver hastened to say: "The path that leads to the house, which is just beyond that clump of trees, is so narrow that we cannot drive there.

We will have to walk.