This savage paroxysm of revenge was followed by thoughts of suicide.

She was about to rise, but hearing the approach of Tulee, she closed her eyes and remained still.
Language is powerless to describe the anguish of that lacerated soul.
At last the storm subsided, and she fell into a heavy sleep.
Meanwhile the two black women were busy with arrangements for the early flight.

Many things had been already prepared with the expectation of a summons to New Orleans, and not long after midnight all was in readiness.

Chloe, after a sound nap on the kitchen floor, rose up with the first peep of light.

She and Tulee hugged each other, with farewell kisses and sobs.