Oh, Abel, Abel, Abel! Oh, my husband! Where are you?
where are you?
Where is the head that I've held on my breast?
Where are the lips I have kissed?
I couldn't even see him laid safe in his grave--not even that comfort! Oh, Abel, Abel, my husband, my husband! my own flesh and my own soul, torn away from me, and I left to draw the breath of life! Abel, Abel, come back, come back, come back!" Ann Edwards's voice broke into inarticulate sobs and moans; then she did not speak audibly again.

Jerome lay back in his bed, cold and trembling.

Elmira, in the next chamber, was sound asleep, but he slept no more that night.

A revelation of the love and sorrow of this world had come to him through his mother's voice.

He was shamed and awed and overwhelmed by this glimpse of the nakedness of nature and that mighty current which swept him on with all mankind.