You've ruined old Eleazar's fiddle, though, taking that E string! Did I ever tell you all about that coon dog of mine I had, once ?" Dunwody at last reached the point of his recovery where he could grin at these remarks; but if anything, he had grown more grim and silent than before.

Once in a while his eyes would linger on the face of Josephine.

Little speech of any kind passed between them.
There were no callers at Tallwoods, no news came, and apparently none went out from that place.

It might have been a fortress, an island, a hospital, a prison, all in one.
At length Dunwody was able safely to leave his room and to take up a resting place occasionally in the large library across the hall.
Here one day by accident she met him.

He did not at first note her coming, and she had opportunity now carefully to regard him, as he stood moodily looking out over the lawn.