Who can tell but the dead come back to the place where they've lived so long?
If you can, keep it for my sake." "I promise it," she answered.

"I will never sell it." "Perhaps I shall lose my power to speak to you," he went on, "but don't you fret as if I did not forgive him as robbed me.

He learnt to talk on his fingers for my sake, and I'll say 'God bless him' for your sake.

If we meet one another in the next world I'll forgive him freely, and if need be I'll ask pardon for him.

Phebe, I do forgive him." As he spoke there was a brighter light in his sunken eyes, and a smile on his face such as she had not seen since the day he had helped Roland Sefton to escape.