How selfish, how thoughtless he had been.

Was it possible that his first letter to her, as well as his last, might have miscarried?
What had she not suffered?
Alone, friendless, disgraced in the eyes of the world.

Motherhood, death, the bitterness of feeling herself deserted--all--all had been tasted by her for whom he would willingly have laid down his life; and he registered a solemn vow that the devotion and love of his whole life should henceforth shield her and guard her from every sorrow as far as in him lay.
He turned away from the little grave with a curious yearning in his heart.

His own and Valmai's child! Strange and new feelings awoke within him as he crossed the rocky ridge running through the island, and began his way down to the other side to the scattered fishing village, where Jack Harris met him and quickly rowed him across to Abersethin.
Here his first visit was to the stone-cutter's.
Morris Jones received him with the usual exclamations.
"Howyr bach! well, well! there's glad I am to see you, sir!" And he shook Cardo's hand vigorously.

"And, oh, dear, dear; there's sorry I am you didn't come sooner, sir, before the poor young leddy went away.
She was broke her heart too much to stop after her small child was buried--and a beautiful boy he was too, sir, the very picture of you." "You cut that inscription on the little cross, Morris ?" "Iss, sir, I did; with my own hands, and I don't think you get it better done--no, not in Paddington itself." "No--it is excellent.