Douglas Starr lived two weeks more. In after years when the pain had gone out of their recollection, Emily thought they were the most precious of her memories. They were beautiful weeks -- beautiful and not sad. And one night, when he was lying on the couch in the sitting-room, with Emily beside him in the old wing-chair, he went past the curtain -- went so quietly and easily that Emily did not know he was gone until she suddenly felt the strange stillness of the room -- there was no breathing in it but her own.

"Father -- Father!" she cried. Then she screamed for Ellen.

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