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The day that followed the unlooked-for visit of my brother Jason to the mill my father spent in bed. When, in the morning, I took him up his breakfast, I could not help noticing that the broad light flooding the room emphasized a change in him that I had been only partly conscious of the evening before. It was as if, during the night, the last gleams of his old restless spirit had died out. I thought all edges in him blunted -- the edges of fear, of memory, of observation, of general interest in life.
The immediate cause of this decline was, with little doubt, the shock caused by my brother's unexpected return. To this I never again heard him allude, but none the less had the last of his constitution succumbed to it, I feel sure.