He would not surprise her; she should be as ready as he was for the meeting.

If she ever put her pure hand in his again, it should be freely done, and of her own good-will.
She saw him as he came up on the porch, and stopped, looking out, as if bewildered,--then resumed her walk, mechanically.

What it cost her to see him again he could not tell: her face did not alter.

It was lifeless and schooled, the eyes looking straight forward always, indifferently.

Was this his work?
If he had killed her outright, it would have been better than this.
The windows were low: it had been his old habit to go in through them, and he now went up to one unconsciously.