Gretchen had never worn them, it is true, but they seemed so much like her that his tears fell fast as he held them in his hands, and, dropping upon the pure white satin, left a stain upon it.
When everything was put away and the long trunk locked again, Arthur went back to the couch and said to his brother, who was still in the room: 'Don't leave me, Frank; at least not yet, till I am more composed.

My nerves are dreadfully shaken to-night, and I feel afraid of something, I don't know what.

How the wind howls and moans! I never heard it like that but once before, and that was years ago, among the Alps in Switzerland.

Then it blew off the roof of the chalet where I was staying, and I heard afterward that Amy died that night.

You remember Amy, the girl I loved so well, though not as I love Gretchen.