Chapter 25

"But, mother, now a shade has past,

Athwart my brightest visions here,

A cloud of darkest gloom has wrapt,

The remnant of my brief career!

No song, no echo can I win,

The sparkling fount has died within."

Margaret Davidson, "To my Mother," 11. 7–12.

Hist and Hetty arose with the return of light, leaving Judith still buried in s