Since Monday he had with difficulty accomplished his tasks; each time he hastened home it was with unreasoning fear lest something bad come to pass in his absence.

And now it was no longer only apprehension.

Thyrza was changing under his eyes.

She was physically ill, and he knew that some agitation possessed her mind.

She shrank from him.
The glimmer of early morning at the parlour window was cold and threatening.