CHAPTER II
... Sunday afternoon. An unwearied pall of cloud muffling the sky from zenith to horizon. A pale tired-looking girl seated drearitily before a wood fire. Myself ? Moralizing again, I am afraid, for although a step is on the threshold, I fail to hear it. I am sitting in a small ante-room, adjoining the chamber of death, into which I can see through the open door. The nurse has left everything in ...