It lay there, his body, abandoned.

She knew she ought to take it up and claim it, and claim every right to it.

But--could she do it?
Her impotence before him, before the strong demand of some unknown thing in him, was her extremity.

Her hands fluttered; she half-lifted her head.

Her eyes, shuddering, appealing, gone, almost distracted, pleaded to him suddenly.
His heart caught with pity.