And now she found him dead, and Sylvia, tearless and almost unconscious, lying by him, her hand holding his, her other thrown around him.
Kester, poor old man, was sobbing bitterly; but she not at all.
Then Hester bore her child to her, and Sylvia opened wide her miserable eyes, and only stared, as if all sense was gone from her.
But Bella suddenly rousing up at the sight of the poor, scarred, peaceful face, cried out,-- 'Poor man who was so hungry.

Is he not hungry now ?' 'No,' said Hester, softly.

'The former things are passed away--and he is gone where there is no more sorrow, and no more pain.' But then she broke down into weeping and crying.

Sylvia sat up and looked at her.
'Why do yo' cry, Hester ?' she said.

'Yo' niver said that yo' wouldn't forgive him as long as yo' lived.