...disappointment — " There is nothing new." She remarked, the instant she passed the door-way, "He was here yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. Come, my child, let us not stay." " He " was a man of sixty, with an iron-grey beard, shrunken limbs,...

...disappointment — " There is nothing new." She remarked, the instant she pussed the door-way, " He was here yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. Come, my child, let us not stay." " He " was a man of sixty, with an iron-grey beard, shrunken limbs,...

...night. And in the morning she kissed him as if nothing had happened ; as if to-day had been the same as yesterday and the day before and the day before that. It was odd that she should forget when he remembered. To him nothing would ever be the same again. He knew...

...share attention readily. This one was no different. Shuck Deveroux sat quietly in the same chair as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. It was standard prison construction; ugly and dysfunctional. It was hard-backed, and what little padding it...