The moment came. We lifted him reverently, Orphy propping with his weak hands the arm that had once lent him its strength. We carried him out into the sunshine he had loved, bright then as if it still shone for him. The wind ruffled the lifeless hair whose sparkling curls I had seen it caress so often.
It is over. Over with the last meeting, the last parting. Over with that career in which I was to have lived, oh, how much more than in my own! That brain cold! What vigorous thought, what generous enterprise benumbed within it! That heart still, whose beats should have stirred a nation's! The head for which I had dreamed so pure a glory has sunk uncrowned. The name dies away in space; not a whisper repeats it. Harry Dudley has passed from a world which will never know that it possessed and has lost him.
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Transcriber's Note:
A Table of Contents has been added by the transcriber. It was not present in the original book.
Obvious printer's errors have been corrected.
Inconsistent spellings and use of hyphens have been kept (e.g., "door-steps" and "doorsteps").