She had nor home, nor direction, nor desire; she knew of nothing that she had lost, nor of anything she wished to gain; she had nothing left but the sense that she was empty, that she needed some goal, and had none.

She sat down upon a stone between the wide street and the wide pavement, and saw the moon shining gray upon the stone houses.

It was all deadness.
Presently, from somewhere in the moonlight, appeared, walking up to her, where she sat in eternal listlessness, the one only brother she had ever had.

She had lost him years and years before, and now she saw him; he was there, and she knew him.

But not a throb went through her heart.