got up and went close to it. The frame gleamed faintly with thrice-reflected moonlight-within was a blurred shadow of a face that he saw he did not know. Almost sobbing, he turned around and stared with abomination at the little figure on the bed.
For a long time afterward Anson believed that a protective God sometimes interfered in human affairs. But Dolly Karger, lying awake and staring at the ceiling, never again believed in anything at all.
There were so many friends in Anson's life-scarcely one for whom he had not done some unusual kindness and scarcely one whom he did not occasionally embarrass by his bursts of rough conversation or his habit of getting drunk whenever and however he liked
Anson filled himself with whiskey that morning, and going to the office, carried on his work without a break-rather with a fear of what would happen if he stopped. In the evening he went out as usual, saying nothing of what had occurred; he was cordial, humorous, unabstracted. But one thing he could not help-for three days, in any place, in any company, he would suddenly bend his head into his hands and cry like a child
It is youth's felicity as well as its insufficiency that it can never live in the present, but must always be measuring up the day against its own radiantly imagined future-flowers and gold, girls and stars, they are only prefigurations and prophecies of that incomparable, unattainable young dream.
