The blight, I believed, was chiefly external: I still felt life at life's sources.
"What else have you in view--anything ?" "Nothing clear as yet: but I may find something." "So you imagine: perhaps you are right.

Try your own method, then; and if it does not succeed, test mine.

The chance I have offered shall be left open to you for three months." This was kind.

I told her so, and expressed my gratitude.

While I was speaking, a paroxysm of pain came on.