And Toole said, 'I don't know how I'll pass that house.' And many felt the same.

Little Lily was there no more--and the Elms were changed--the light and the grace were gone--and they were only dark old trees now.
And everyone felt a great desire to find some way--any way--to show their respect and affection for their good old rector.

And I'm sure he understood it--for liking and reverence, one way or another, will tell their story.

The hushed enquiries at the door, and little offers of useless services made by stealth through the servants, and such like foolish kindnesses at such a time--the evidence of a great but helpless sympathy--are sweet as angelic music.
And who should arrive at night, with all his trunks, or at least a considerable number of them, and his books and rattletraps, but honest, simple Dan Loftus.

The news was true about his young charge.