She had brown eyes and red gold hair , just the colour of that nasturtium there . She was father 's favourite . The night she was born they did n't think my mother would live . Father walked this garden all night . And just under that old apple-tree he knelt at sunrise and thanked God when they came to tell him that all was well . `` Alice was always a creature of joy . This old garden rang with her laughter in those years . She seldom walked -- she ran or danced . She only lived twenty years , but nineteen of them were so happy I 've never pitied her over much . She had everything that makes life worth living -- laughter and love , and at the last sorrow . James Milburn was her lover . It 's thirty-one years since his ship sailed out of that harbour and Alice waved him good-bye from this garden . He never came back . His ship was never heard of again . `` When Alice gave up hope that it would be , she died of a broken heart . They say there 's no such thing ; but nothing else ailed Alice . She stood at yonder gate day after day and watched the harbour ; and when at last she gave up hope life went with it . I remember the day : she had watched until sunset . Then she turned away from the gate . All the unrest and despair had gone out of her eyes .
There was a terrible peace XXXXX them -- the peace of the dead .
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