It's almost like the dreams I've been dreaming during the past eighteen months, and the visions I've seen during that long, maddening night up on the coast, when for five months we didn't see a glow of the sun.

But--you understand--it's hard to comprehend." From her he glanced swiftly over the rocks of the coulee, as if expecting to see some sign of the home she had spoken of, or at least of some other human presence.

She understood his questioning look.

"I am alone," she said.
The quality of her voice startled him more then her words.

There was a deeper, darker glow in her eyes as she watched their effect upon him.
She swept out a gleaming white arm, still moist with the water of the pool, taking in the wide, autumn-tinted spaces about them.
"I am alone," she repeated, still keeping her eyes on his face.
"Entirely alone.