When I go back he will follow me again, and at last I will have to cross to his side.

And then he will go home with me, and make me listen to him.

His eyes burn me, and when his hand touches me I see--I see"-- Her frame shook, and she raised to his gaze a countenance suddenly changed into Tragedy's own.

"I don't know why," she said, in a stricken voice, "but of them all that I kissed good-by that night I now see only Molly.

I suppose she was about as old as I am when they killed her.