This is the way they looked.
[]; V; [];.>; V; [-]; <; While I watched these cabalistic marks pass from red to black and finally vanish in a wild leap up the chimney, Mrs.Packard remarked: "I wish I could destroy the memory of all my mistakes as completely as I can that old envelope." I did not answer; I was watching the weary droop of her hand over the arm of her chair.
"You are tired, Mrs.Packard," was my sympathetic observation.

"Will you not take a nap?
I will gladly sit by you and read you to sleep." "No, no," she cried, at once alert and active; "no sleep.

Look at that pile of correspondence, half of it on charitable matters.

Now that I feel better, now that I have relieved my mind, I must look over my letters and try to take up the old threads again." "Can I help you ?" I asked.
"Possibly.

If you will go to my room up-stairs, I will join you after I have sorted and read my mail." I was glad to obey this order.