They were both afraid of the veils that were ripping between them.
Then she pretended to be better, chattered to him gaily, made a great fuss over some scraps of news.

For they had both come to the condition when they had to make much of the trifles, lest they should give in to the big thing, and their human independence would go smash.

They were afraid, so they made light of things and were gay.
Sometimes as she lay he knew she was thinking of the past.

Her mouth gradually shut hard in a line.

She was holding herself rigid, so that she might die without ever uttering the great cry that was tearing from her.