'The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away, bl--bl--yes, I _will_ say it--blessed be the Name of the Lord.' I should remember that she is so much better where she is; that this is a very hard world; indeed, sometimes I think it is not a world, but a hell.

Oh! Barbara, my sweet Barbara!" and he struggled forward blindly beating at the rough wind with his hands as though it were a visible foe, and so at last came to the crest of the hill where Anthony Arnott lay prone upon his face.
So sure was Septimus of the cause of his collapse that he did not even trouble to look at the Rectory windows in the hollow near the church two hundred yards or so away.

He only looked at Anthony, saying: "Poor lad, poor lad! I wonder how I shall get him home; I must fetch some help." As he spoke, Anthony sat up and said, "You see, you see!" "See what ?" "The blind; _it is quite up_.

When I got here it was half down, then someone pulled it up.

That's what finished me.