? ? ? ? How the time wears, I know not; until I am recalled by my child-wife's old companion. More restless than he was, he crawls out of his house, and looks at me, and wanders to the door, and whines to go upstairs.
? ? ? ? 'Not tonight, Jip! Not tonight!'
? ? ? ? He comes very slowly back to me, licks my hand, and lifts his dim eyes to my face.
? ? ? ? 'Oh, Jip! It may be, never again!'
? ? ? ? He lies down at my feet, stretches himself out as if to sleep, and with a plaintive cry, is dead.
? ? ? ? 'Oh, Agnes! Look, look, here!'
? ? ? ? - That face, so full of pity, and of grief, that rain of tears, that awful mute appeal to me, that solemn hand upraised towards Heaven!
? ? ? ? 'Agnes?'
? ? ? ? It is over. Darkness comes before my eyes; and, for a time, all things are blotted out of my remembrance.
? ? ? ? This is not the time at which I am to enter on the state of my mind beneath its load of sorrow. I came to think that the Future was walled up before me, that the energy and action of my life were at an end, that I never could find any refuge but in the grave.
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