Out of the wealth that came to him in such plenty, for instance, he was careful to augment the old man's resources without offending his feelings, by adding permanently and largely to the endowment of the living.

Also, he attended to his wants in many other ways which need not be enumerated, and not least by constantly visiting him.

Many were the odd hours and the evenings that shall be told of later, which they spent together smoking their pipes in the Rectory study, and talking of her who had gone, and whose lost life was the strongest link between them.

Otherwise and elsewhere, except upon a few extraordinary occasions, her name rarely passed the lips of Morris.
Yet within himself he mourned and mourned, although even in the first bitterness not as one without hope.

He knew that she had spoken truth; that she was not dead, but only for a while out of his sight and hearing.
Ten days had passed, and for Morris ten weary, almost sleepless, nights.
The tragedy of the destruction of the new rector's daughter in the ruins of the Dead Church no longer occupied the tongues of men and paragraphs in papers.