Itwasthefirsttimethatagravehadopenedinmyroadoflife, , , withouther, wassomethingmymindseemedunabletocompass; andwhereasshehadseldomorneverbeeninmythoughtsoflate, Ihadnowthestrangestideasthatshewascomingtowardsmeinthestreet, , withwhichshehadneverbeenatallassociated, therewasatoncetheblanknessofdeathandaperpetualsuggestionofthesoundofhervoiceortheturnofherfaceorfigure, asifshewerestillaliveandhadbeenoftenthere.

Whatevermyfortunesmighthavebeen, (andperhapstomakeupforthewantofthesofterfeeling) Iwasseizedwithaviolentindignationagainsttheassailantfromwhomshehadsufferedsomuch; andIfeltthatonsufficientproofIcouldhaverevengefullypursuedOrlick, oranyoneelse, tothelastextremity.

HavingwrittentoJoe, toofferhimconsolation, andtoassurehimthatIshouldcometothefuneral, , andalightedattheBlueBoaringoodtimetowalkovertotheforge.

Itwasfinesummerweatheragain, and, asIwalkedalong, thetimeswhenIwasalittlehelplesscreature, andmysisterdidnotspareme, , theverybreathofthebeansandcloverwhisperedtomyheartthatthedaymustcomewhenitwouldbewellformymemorythatotherswalkinginthesunshineshouldbesoftenedastheythoughtofme.