If my father knew, he never said anything.
And if he knew, and said nothing, one may be sure that it was because he was ashamed of what he knew.

You never saw him, or you would have known his dread of France, or anything that was French.

He was a man living in a dream.

His body was here in Farlingford, but his mind was elsewhere--who knows where?
And at times I feel that, too--that unreality--as if I were here, and somewhere else at the same time.

But all the same, I prefer Farlingford, even if it is a dream." The moon had risen at last; a waning half-moon, lying low and yellow in the sky, just above the horizon, casting a feeble light on earth.