taught me to know, shines upon thee?" In the mornings she sat pensive

beneath the walnut-tree, on the worm-eaten bench covered with gray

lichens, where they had said to each other so many precious things, so

many trifles, where they had built the pretty castles of their future

home. She thought of the future now as she looked upward to the bit of

sky which was all the high walls suffered her to see; then she turned

her eyes to the angle where the sun crept on, and to the roof above

the room in which he had slept. Hers was the solitary love, the