Epilogue
A visitor came to the Herringbroke boys’ home by carriage with a large trunk of books. He had dark blond hair, now silvering, and fine features. One or two young ladies from the school down the street paused to admire his profile while he waited at the door. The carriage waited, too, and in it a man with the same face, only slack and expressionless, his shoulders wrapped in blankets. Continue reading “Epilogue”