A quick step sounded on the stone; from the other side, leaping over the wall, came John Hoffman; he did not see me as I sat in the shadow, but went out on to the point where the solitary figure stood looking up at the ruined tower. “Sara,” he said, taking her hand, “shall we go back to ten years ago?” [Illustration: THE LOOK-OUT TOWER.] And Fate, in the person of the old watch-tower, let a star shine out through her ruined windows as a token that all was well. End of Project Gutenberg's The Ancient City, by Constance Fenimore Woolson