I must git my sleep, so's to--I don't like very well to have you broke of your rest, Jacob, but there don't appear to be anybody else.

You wouldn't have to do it if Coonrod was here.

There I go ag'in! Mercy! mercy!" "Well, do come along, then, mother," said Mela; and she got her out of the room, with Mrs.Mandel's help, and up the stairs.
From the top the old woman called down, "You tell Coonrod--" She stopped, and he heard her groan out, "My Lord! my Lord!" He sat, one silence in the dining-room, where they had all lingered together, and in the library beyond the hireling watcher sat, another silence.

The time passed, but neither moved, and the last noise in the house ceased, so that they heard each other breathe, and the vague, remote rumor of the city invaded the inner stillness.

It grew louder toward morning, and then Dryfoos knew from the watcher's deeper breathing that he had fallen into a doze.
He crept by him to the drawing-room, where his son was; the place was full of the awful sweetness of the flowers that Fulkerson had brought, and that lay above the pulseless breast.