The steam therefrom, laden with death, travelled in a low trail across the meadow.
Laura spoke suddenly: 'I won't go to-night after all.

He is so tired, and I must help him.

I didn't know things were so bad as this!' Vannicock's arm dropped from her waist, where it had been resting as they walked.

'Will you leave ?' she asked.
'I will if you say I must.

But I'd rather help too.' There was no expostulation in his tone.
Laura had gone forward.