Very gentle their voices sounded, as if they fell through the waves of the sea.
"If I were to die to-morrow.

.

." she began.
The broken sentences had an extraordinary beauty and detachment in Hewet's ears, and a kind of mystery too, as though they were spoken by people in their sleep.
"No, Rachel," Helen's voice continued, "I'm not going to walk in the garden; it's damp--it's sure to be damp; besides, I see at least a dozen toads." "Toads?
Those are stones, Helen.

Come out.

It's nicer out.