"They rest from their labours." "The weary are at rest." "He giveth his beloved sleep."
Slowly, slowly Margaret turned away from the bed. Mary was humbly sobbing in the back-ground. They went downstairs without a word.
Resting his hand upon the house-table, Nicholas Higgins stood in the midst of the floor; his great eyes startled open by the news he had heard, as he came along the court, from many busy tongues. His eyes were dry and fierce; studying the reality of her death; bringing himself to understand that her place should know her no more. For she had been sickly, dying so long, that he had persuaded himself she would not die; that she would "pull through."

: 'They rest from their labours.' 'He giveth His beloved sleep.'
Slowly she turned away from the bed. Mary was sobbing in the background. They went downstairs without a word.
Nicholas Higgins stood by the table. He had just heard the news. His eyes were dry and fierce; he was studying the reality of her death; bringing himself to understand that she was gone. For she had been dying so long that he had persuaded himself that she would pull through.
