’ She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was still too painful to be recalled with ease. And, if Rachel had not carried a candle, the room would have been plunged in total darkness. A young man was playing the banjo. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. To-night they say he will be conscious. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout.
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