The Legacy

Could it be, that during all those years when he had scarcely noticed her, she, as the novelists say, had entertained a passion for him? He caught his own reflection in the glass as he passed. He was over fifty; but he could not help admitting that he was still, as the looking-glass showed him, a very distinguished-looking man

she had a passion for little boxes—had a name on it. And each had some memory

Fifteen little volumes, bound in green leather