The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 208: what you’re looking at

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The Little Girl, Now a Woman. =. 2071 heart would fathom the truth—that, to him, this twilight hour was a repetition of that summer afternoon so long ago. And for him—to have her with him once again was enough. I walked along the streets for half an hour, and then went back. Tom was lying on the bed with her hand in his. There was a sad look on Mamie’s face, but Tom was smiling. He was dead. Another life had gone to God—a life dreary and sad and lonely. But the passing had been made happy by “the little girl, now a woman,” and by the old dream lived over again for a brief half- hour. conmniclooolk (EO)