Chapter 27 No.27

A cup was at my lips: it pass'd

As passes the wild desert blast!

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I woke-around me was a gloom

And silence of the tomb;

But in that awful solitude

That little spirit by me stood-

But oh, how changed!

-Thoughts in Past Years

Under Richard's kind let-alone system, Leonard was slowly recovering tone. First he took t