her dying s repentance band and there were dark lines her eyes for this was the third night since she had taken off her clothes but the eager straining gaze of her dark eyes and the acute sensibility that lay in every line about her mouth made a strange contrast with the blank and of the face she was watching there was profound stillness in the house she heard no sound but her husband s breathing and the of the watch on the the candle placed high up shed a soft light down on the one object she cared to see there was a smell of brandy in the room it was given to her husband from time to time but this smell which at first had produced in her a faint shuddering sensation was now become indifferent to her she did not even perceive it she was too unconscious of herself to feel either temptations or she only felt that the husband of her youth was dying far far out of her reach as if she were standing helpless on the shore while he was sinking in the black storm waves she only for one moment in which she might satisfy the deep pity of her soul by one look of love one word of tenderness her sensations and thoughts were so persistent that she could not measure the hours and it was a surprise to her when the nurse put out the candle and let in of life lu s of life i the faint morning light mrs anxious about was already up and now brought in some fresh coffee for her and mr pilgrim having had hurried on his clothes and was come in to see how was this change from light to morning this of the same round of things that had happened yesterday was a it rather than a relief to she was more conscious of her chill weariness the new light thrown on her husband s face seemed to reveal the still work that death had been doing through the night she felt her last lingering hope that he would ever know her again her but now mr pilgrim having felt the pulse was putting some brandy in a tea spoon between s lips the brandy went down and his breathing became noticed the change and her heart beat faster as she leaned forward to watch him suddenly a slight movement like the passing away of a shadow was visible in his face and he opened his eyes full on it was almost like meeting him again on the morning after the night of the grave robert do you know me he kept his eyes fixed on her and there was a faintly perceptible motion of the lips as if he wanted to speak s but the moment of speech was for ever gone � the moment for asking pardon of her if he wanted to ask it could he read the full forgiveness that was written in her eyes she never knew for as she was bending to kiss him ihe thick veil of death fell between them and her lips touched a corpse s of life xxv the faces looked very hard and unmoved that surrounded s grave while old mr read the burial service in his low broken voice the pall were such men as mr mr and mr � men whom had called his friends while he was in life and worldly never look so worldly as at a funeral they have the same effect of grating as the sound of a coarse voice breaking the solemn silence of night the one face that had sorrow in it was covered by a thick veil and the sorrow was suppressed and silent no one knew how deep it was for the thought in most of her neighbours minds was that mrs could hardly have had better fortune than to lose a bad husband who had left her the compensation of a good income they found it difficult to conceive that her husband s death could be felt by her otherwise than as a the person who was most thoroughly convinced that s grief was deep and real was mr pilgrim who in general was not at all weakly given to a belief in disinterested feeling that woman has a tender heart he was frequently s repentance heard to observe in his morning rounds about this time i used to think there was a great deal of in her but you may depend upon it there s no pretence about her if he d been the kindest husband in the world she couldn t have felt more there s a great deal of good in mrs � a great deal of good always said so was mrs s reply when he made the observation to her she always so very full of pretty attentions to me when i was ill but they tell me now she s turned if that s it we shan t agree again it s very inconsistent in her i think turning round in that way after being the foremost to laugh at the cant and especially m a woman of her habits she should cure herself of them before she to be over religious well i think she means to cure herself do you know said mr pilgrim whose towards was just now quite above that temperate point at which he could indulge his feminine with a judicious i feel sure she has not taken any all through her husband s illness and she has been constantly in the way of them i can see she sometimes suffers a good deal of depression for want of them � it shows all the more resolution in her those are rare but i ve known them happen sometimes with people of strong will mrs took an opportunity of mr scenes of life pilgrim s conversation to mrs who as 