We were always together.

I can't remember her face very clearly; only her eyes, and how red her lips were.

And her hair: it came to her knees, and mine is just as long.

For a long, long time after you went away, when I could not sleep because it was dark, or when I was frightened or Mistress Deborah beat me, I saw them all; but now I see only Molly,--Molly lying there _dead_." There was a silence in the garden, broken presently by Haward.

"Ay, Molly," he said absently.
With his hand covering his lips and his eyes upon the ground, he fell into a brown study.