A young woman with a fair complexion and deep blue eyes." Marvel looked up quickly into the face of the attendant, while a flush came into his cheeks.
"She was a slender young girl, with light hair, and her face was pale, as from trouble." "Agnes! Agnes!" exclaimed Marvel, rising up.

"But, no, no," he added, mournfully, sinking back again upon the bed; "that cannot be.
I left her far away over the wide ocean." "Will you write ?" said the nurse after some moments.
The invalid, without unclosing his eyes, slowly shook his head.

A little while the attendant lingered in his room, and then retired.
"Dear, dear Agnes!" murmured Edward Marvel, closing his eyes, and letting his thoughts go, swift-winged, across the billow sea.

"Shall I never look on your sweet face again?
Never feel your light arms about my neck, or your breath warm on my cheek?
Oh, that I had never left you! Heaven give thee strength to bear the trouble in store!" For many minutes he lay thus, alone, with his eyes closed, in sad self-communion.

Then he heard the door open and close softly; but he did not look up.