Rosabella had never experienced such loneliness as in the months that followed.

All music was saddened by far-off echoes of past accompaniments.

Embroidery lost its interest with no one to praise the work, or to be consulted in the choice of colors and patterns.

The books Gerald occasionally sent were of a light character, and though they served to while away a listless hour, there was nothing in them to strengthen or refresh the soul.

The isolation was the more painful because there was everything around her to remind her of the lost and the absent.