CHAPTER XXXIV Silver Hair 

And how should I your true love know From another man?--Friar of Orders Gray 

"Please God, I can try again." 

Those were the words with which Herbert Bowater looked into his Rector's face on awaking in the evening of that same December day from one of a series of sleeps, each sweeter and longer than the last, and which had borne him over the dreaded hours, without fever, and with strengthening pulse. 

Julius had not ventured to leave the sick-room that whole day, and when at last he went home and sank into the chair opposite Terry, for the first time through all these weeks of trouble and tension, he burst into a flood of tears. 

He had hardly made the startled lad understand that life, not death, had thus overcome him, when the door flew open, and in rushed Rosamond, crying, "Julius, Julius, come! It is he or his ghost!" 

"Who? What?" 

"It is your hair! At Mrs. Douglas's grave! He'll be gone! Make haste--make haste!" 

He started up, letting her drag him along, but under protest. "My dear, men _do_ come to have hair like mine." 

"I tell you it was at our graves--our own--I touched him. I had this wreath for Raymond, and there he was, with his hat off, at the railing close to Mrs. Douglas's. I thought his back was yours, and called your name, and he started, and I saw--he had a white beard, but he was not old. He just bowed, and then went off very fast by the other gate, towards Wil'sbro'. I did call, 'Wait, wait,' but he didn't seem to hear. Oh, go, go, Julius! Make haste!" 
Who's grave it it?
Who will try again?
Who did he tell?
When?
In what month?
Did he get any sleep?
How was his pulse?
What would Julius not leave?
Who did he sit across from?
Did he cry?
How much?
Did he survive?
What overcame him?
As opposed to?
What opened?
Who flew in?
Mrs. Douglas
"It is your hair! At Mrs. Douglas's grave!
Herbert Bowater
"Please God, I can try again." 

Those were the words with which Herbert Bowater
his Rector
"Please God, I can try again." 

Those were the words with which Herbert Bowater looked into his Rector's face 
in the evening
Herbert Bowater looked into his Rector's face on awaking in the evening of that same December day
December
December day
Yes
a series of sleeps, each sweeter and longer than the last, 
strengthening
strengthening pulse. 
the sick-room
Julius had not ventured to leave the sick-room
Terry
sank into the chair opposite Terry
Yes
sank into the chair opposite Terry, for the first time through all these weeks of trouble and tension, he burst into a flood of tears. 
a flood of tears
a flood of tears. 
No
, "Julius, Julius, come! It is he or his ghost!" 

life
He had hardly made the startled lad understand that life, not death, had thus overcome him,
death
He had hardly made the startled lad understand that life, not death, had thus overcome him,
the door
 the door flew open
Rosamond
 and in rushed Rosamond