Forget it, Aaron, as every other person has forgotten it, and let the spirit of Jean Myles see you tranquil once again." He patted Aaron affectionately; he seemed to be the older of the two.
"Tak' your hand off my shuther," Aaron cried fiercely.
Tommy removed his hand, but he continued to look yearningly at the warper.

Another beautiful thought came to him.
"What are you looking so holy about ?" asked Aaron, with misgivings.
"Aaron," cried Tommy, suddenly inspired, "you are not always the gloomy man you pass for being.

You have glorious moments still.

You wake in the morning, and for a second of time you are in the heyday of your youth, and you and Jean Myles are to walk out to-night.

As you sit by this fire you think you hear her hand on the latch of the door; as you pass down the street you seem to see her coming towards you.