Fergus Hume,
The Whispering Lane — Chapter 20
(1925)
“ But when the young man ended his careful recital, and rose from his knees, life came back to the moribund woman in a momentary swirl of vitality. “Your poor father!” she breathed faintly to Aileen, thinking more of others than of herself. “Dear!” the girl laid her fresh young cheek against the chilling cheek of her dying friend, “his memory is gone, but he believed that he had misjudged you before it went. Forgive him!” “I do! I do, and wish him all happiness. Oh, what am I saying. Happiness is not for one who has lost his reason.” ”
