I dreaded to return into the world I had abjured.

Again and again I put my resolutions aside.

Then at the commencement of this year I fell ill.

For a while I waited, hoping that I might get better, but at last I realized that I should never get better, that the hand of Death was upon me." "Ah, no, father, not that!" Stella said, with a cry.
"Yes, love, that, and it is true.

Now you will be able to forget our separation in the happiness of a new meeting," and he glanced at me and smiled.