his sister.

Oh! at that point I begged them to cease reading, for I felt the sobs
coming. I could see, see vividly, that solitary garden, that leafless
old arbor, and half-hidden under the reddish leaves I saw that blue
bead, souvenir of the dead sister. . . . It depressed me dreadfully and
gave me a conception of that inevitable fading away of everything and
every one, of the great universal change that comes to all.

It is strange that my tenderly guarded infancy should have been so full
of sad emotions and morbid reflections.

I am sure that the sad days and happenings were rare, and that I lived
the joyous and careless life of other children; but just because the
happy days were so habitual to me they made no impression upon my mind,
and I can no longer recall them.

My memories of the summer time are so similar that they break with the
splendor of the sun into the dark places and things of my mind.

And always the great heat, the deep blue skies, the sparkling sand
of the beach and the flood of light upon the white lime walls of the
cottages of the little villages upon the "Island" induced in me a
melancholy and sleepiness which I afterwards experienced with even
greater intensity in the land of the Turk.




CHAPTER XIII.