In the silence how loudly the pencil seemed to hiss in its swift lines and loops.
My aunt exclaimed "Mercy!" as she looked at the sheet; for while I knew not, then, the strange device upon the paper, I knew, by and by, that it was a gibbet.

Beneath it were the words: "Money thirst shall burn like a fire in him." She rose and smiled as she looked into my face.

I saw a kind, gentle glow in her eyes that reassured me.

She clapped her hands with joy.

She examined my palm and grew serious and stood looking thoughtfully at the setting sun.
I see, now, her dark figure standing against the sunlight as it stood that day with Amos in its shadow.