text:  Even Vincent--my old and kind-hearted friend Vincent--had been a soldier; and though I was sure of never receiving a reproach from his wise and gentle lips was I equally sure that I could escape the flash or the sorrow of his eye? In thoughts like these and they were dangerous ones I made many a solitary rush out into the wild winds and beating snows of the winter which had set in early and been remarkably severe; walking bareheaded in the most lonely places of the suburbs stripping my bosom to the blast and longing for its tenfold chill to assuage the fever which burned within me