You are recalling all the mistakes, all the broken promises, all the disappointments.

That is but natural.
But in a few days all the little acts of kindness will return to your memory; all the good times you two have had together, the thousand little benefits that made her last days pleasant.

These will soften the blow, Dick." "I wasn't there," Warrington murmured dully.

His mind could accept but one fact: his aunt had died alone, without his being at the bedside.
It rained in Herculaneum that night.

The pavement in Williams Street glistened sharply, for a wind was swinging the arc-lamps.