I had not even the consolation of feeling that if any one found it he would cherish it, for it was so much damaged that I knew it could never appeal to a new owner as it appealed to me.

I had intended telling my sister of the sacrifice made for her sake; but after seeing her so much better, I left the room without doing so.

There was Arcadia Mixture in the house, but I had not the heart to smoke.

I went early to bed, and fell into a troubled sleep, from which I awoke with a shiver.

The rain was driving against my window, tapping noisily on it as if calling on me to awake and go back for my tobacco-pouch.