“I shall die as I have lived—hating where I’m hated, loving where I’m loved.”
The last day breaks, and Aaron dies—dies
“What lies beyond?” asks one shortly before he goes.
“Who knows?” he returns.
“But do you never ask?”
“Why ask? Who should reply to such a question?—the old, old question ever offered, never answered.”
“But you have hopes?”
“None,” says Aaron steadily. “And I want none. I am resolved to die without fear; and he who would have no fear must have no hope.” So he departs; he, of whom the good Dr. Bellamy said: “He will soar as high to fall as low as any soul alive.”