To-night--oh, he is suffering so! I cannot bear that there should be one shadow going to him that I can take away.

Cheiron, promise me you won't think hardly ever any more--promise me, Cheiron, dear!" The Professor's voice was almost the growl of a bear--but Halcyone knew he meant to acquiesce.
"Cheiron," she whispered, while she caressed his stiff fingers, "the winter of our souls is almost past.

I feel and know the spring is near at hand." "I hope to God it is," Mr.Carlyon said, very low.
Next day they moved on into Italy, crossing the frontier and stopping the night at Turin where they proposed to hire a motor.

From thence they intended to get down to Genoa to continue their pilgrimage.

It was not such an easy matter, in those few years ago, as it is now to hire a motor, but one was promised to them at last--and off they started.
Halcyone took the greatest interest in everything in that quaint and grand old town.