A long time, Gifford, a long time to have missed her.

She is the only thing of--of that nature that I have loved--since I was twenty." He stopped, and held the miniature up to look at it; but the light had faded, and the ivory only gleamed faintly.
"I look at this every day when I am in health, and I like it by me now.
No, not the candle, I thank you, Gifford.

I called for it now (how tarnished these pearls are in the frame! If--if I should not recover, it must be reset.

Perhaps you will see to that for me, Gifford ?),--I called for it now, because I wished to say, in the event of my--demise, I should wish this given to one of your aunts, sir." Gifford came out from the shadow at the foot of the bed, and took Mr.
Denner's hand.

He did not speak; he had only the man's way of showing sympathy, and one weaker than Gifford could not have resisted the piteous longing for life in Mr.Denner's tone, and would have hastened to reassure him.