She had turned quite away from him.

When he spoke, his voice was as low as hers, and he spoke as slowly as she had.
"You mean--then--it was--you ?" "Yes." "You!" "Yes." "And you have been here all the time ?" "All--all except the week you were--hurt, and that--that one evening." The bright veil which wrapped them was drawn away, and they stood in the silent, gathering dusk.
He tried to loosen his neck-band; it seemed to be choking him.

"I--I can't--I don't comprehend it.

I am trying to realize what it----" "It means nothing," she answered.
"There was an editorial, yesterday," he said, "an editorial that I thought was about Rodney McCune.

Did you write it ?" "Yes." "It was about--me--wasn't it ?" "Yes." "It said--it said--that I had won the love of every person in Carlow County." Suddenly she found her voice.