How still and cheerless it all was! The room stretched from the front to the back of the house, and had a window at each end.

The moon that shone through the window at the front cast its light across the foot of the bed.

Ralph had come to bid his last good-night to him who lay thereon.

It was in this room that he himself had been born.

He might never enter it again.
How the strong man was laid low! All his pride of strength had shrunk to this! "The lofty looks of men shall be humbled, and the haughtiness of men shall be bowed down." What indeed was man, whose breath was in his nostrils! The light was creeping up the bed.