If she had come, I should have told you all about her, but now it does not matter who she is, or where I saw her first, knitting in the sunshine, with the halo on her hair and the blue of the summer skies reflected in her eyes.
Oh, Gretchen, my love, my love!' He was talking more to himself than to Frank, who sat beside him until far into the night, while the wild storm raged on and shook the solid house to its very foundations.

A tall tree in the yard was uprooted, and a chimney-top came crushing down with a force which threatened to break through the roof.

For a moment there was a lull in the tempest, and, raising himself upon his elbow, Arthur listened intently, while he said, in a whisper which made Frank's blood curdle in his veins: 'Hark! there's more abroad to-night than the storm! Something is happening or has happened which affects me.

I have heard voices in the wind--Gretchen calling me from far away.

Frank, Frank, _did_ you hear that?
It was a woman's cry; her voice--Gretchen's.