I loved the place so well, and I had not seen it for so long.

I wanted to stand once more on the Chain Pier, and think of my lost heaven.

How vividly it all came back to me--that terrible tragedy, although more than three years had passed since it happened.

There was the corner where I had sat in the thick, soft shadows; there was the railing against which she leaned when she threw the little bundle in the water.
I remembered the fitful light, the wash of the waves round the pier, the beautiful, desperate face, and the voice that had wailed: "If I dare! oh, my God, if I dare!" I went to see the little grave.

The thick green grass which covered is was studded with white daisies, the golden letters on the white cross seemed to burn in the sunlight; "Marah.