He had a dear sister.' 'She died some years back.' 'I helped to comfort him for that loss.' 'He told me you did.' The lamp was replaced on the table.
'For a moment, when I withdraw the light from him, I feel sadness.

As if the light we lend to anything were of value to him now!' She bowed her head deeply.

Dacier left her meditation undisturbed.

The birds on the walls outside were audible, tweeting, chirping.
He went to the window-curtains and tried the shutter-bars.

It seemed to him that daylight would be cheerfuller for her.