It is a grievous loss to me also, after ten years of happiness here; but I have had but little time to think of my own loss yet, I have been too occupied in soothing the poor girl.

How are you feeling yourself, Mark ?" "I don't understand myself," he said.

"I don't think that anyone could have loved his father better than I have done; but since I broke down when I first went to my room I seem to have no inclination to give way to sorrow.

I feel frozen up; my voice does not sound to me as if it were my own; I am able to discuss matters as calmly as if I were speaking of a stranger.

The one thing that I feel passionately anxious about is to set out on the track of the assassin." "There is nothing unusual in your state of feeling, Mark.