He must have learned to take reasons for granted and to go on--where he wished to go on.

So we gazed at each other.
"I had written down," he said, "that you greatly helped the sick, and upon Bernardo Nunez's going to the _Nina_, became our physician.

But I will write no more of you, and that written will pass in the flood of things to come." After a moment, he ended with deliberation, "I know my star to be a great star, burning long and now with a mounting flame.

If yours is in any wise its kin, then there needs must be histories.".