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Well-nigh a day and a night had passed since Lady Wyatt had told ht-time indeed I believed my wife to be dead,--yea, I trusted that she was dead I hoped that it had been quickly over,--one blow Better that, oh, better that a thousand tie, saved to-day to die a thousand deaths to-ht have been left, lying on the dead leaves of the forest, that fair shell froo,--to the north, to the east, to the west,--but go Ithat which I went to seek, and no thought but to take up that quest I was a soldier, and I had stood to o In the hall at the Governor's house, I had written a line of farewell to Rolfe, and had given the paper into the hand of a trusty fellow, charging him not to deliver it for two hours to coh the quiet darkness,--so quiet after the hubbub of the town When I turned my boat to the shore the day was close at hand The stars were gone, and a pale, cold light, more desolate than the dark, streamed from the east across which ran, like a faded blood stain, a smear of faint red Upon the forest the e and reeds below the bank, I could see only the trunks of the nearest trees, hear only the sullen cry of some river bird that I had disturbed

Why I was at some pains to fasten the boat to a sycamore that dipped a pallid arht to coain, to behold again the river that the trees and the one twenty yards into the forest