The Potter and the Clay: A Romance of Today
“ His son's face as it had looked years ago as a baby, rose before him, but the baby had reproachful eyes."He's brave and he's strong and he's every inch a soldier; but a woman, child, needs gentleness as well as strength."The soft dim twilight crept into the room; passed the rigid form of the old soldier at the window and stole onward to the chair in which the girl sat motionless. The outline of her figure and the whiteness of her half averted cheek, showed vaguely through the gloom. ”
