ABSTRACT
Do they know, as we do, that their time must come? Yes, they know. No other way can I interpret those pauses of his latter life, when, propped on his forefeet, he would sit for long minutes quite motionless—his head drooped, utterly withdrawn; then turn those eyes of his and look at me. The look said more plainly than all words could: “Yes, I know that I must go!”
