...breast the broken thing, the halved miniature, that in my mock sentiment I had worn so long. " You I" cried he. "You!" And his feet tottered, and he leaned...repeated, hoarsely. ''It is your image. Oh, my God ! What have I done ! what have I done! My darling, my darling, you must let me repair it by a lifetime...

...house down about his ears. Well, had lie not done so ? I moved to his side, and held the thing that ho might see where the pieces matched, the line of the...words to say it." " It needs no words to say it," lie repeated, hoarsely. " It is your image. О my God ! What have I done •! what have 1 done ! My...

..."You!" cried he. "You!" And his feet tottered, and he leaned against the casement for support—he who an hour or so ago had seemed so full of repressed...repeated, hoarsely. " It is your image. Oh, my God! What have I done ! -what have I done ! My darling, my darling, you must let me repair it by a lifetime...

...an hour or so ago had seemed so full of repressed strength that he could have pulled his house clown about his ears. Well, had he not done so ? I moved...repeated, hoarsely. " It is your image. Oh, my God ! What have I done ! what have I done ! My darling, my darling, you must let me repair it by a lifetime...