And now---- Did nothing lie before him but to go back and rot yonder?
Was that the end, because he never had learned better, and was a "dam' nigger"?
"I'll NOT leave my girl!" he muttered, going up and down,--"I'll NOT leave my girl!" If Holmes did sleep above him, the trial of the day, of which we have seen nothing, came back sharper in sleep.

While the strong self in the man lay torpid, whatever holier power was in him came out, undaunted by defeat, and unwearied, and took the form of dreams, those slighted messengers of God, to soothe and charm and win him out into fuller, kindlier life.

Let us hope that they did so win him; let us hope that even in that unreal world the better nature of the man triumphed at last, and claimed its reward before the terrible reality broke upon him.
Lois, over in the damp, fresh-smelling lumber-yard, sat coiled up in one of the creviced houses made by the jutting boards.

She remembered how she used to play in them, before she went into the mill.

The mill,--even now, with the vague dread of some uncertain evil to come, the mill absorbed all fear in its old hated shadow.