He should see Aurora once more only.

He should see her, but he should not say farewell; she would not know that he was going till he had actually departed.

As he thought thus a dimness came before his eyes; his hand trembled, and he could not work.

He put down the chisel, and paused to steady himself.
Upon the other side of the stream, somewhat lower down, a yellow wood-dog had been lapping the water to quench its thirst, watching the man the while.

So long as Felix was intent upon his work, the wild animal had no fear; the moment he looked up, the creature sprang back into the underwood.