The murmur from the earth gathered like that of a multitude of voices responding to prayers.
Palgrave drove slowly.

The God-given peace and beauty that lay over everything quieted the stress and storm of his mind.

Somehow, too, with Joan at his side on the road to the cottage in which he was to play out the second or the last act of the drama of his Great Emotion, life and death caught something of the truth and dignity of that memorable evening--the sounds of life and the distance of death.

If he was not to live with Joan he would die with her.

There was, to him, in the state of mind into which this absorbing passion had worked him, no alternative.