"It's because you have never grown old--because you've never allowed yourself to grow absolutely certain about anything in life." A smile half sad and half perplexed came on her father's heavy face.
"You consider that a strong point ?" he asked.
"I do," she replied, "compared to being a bundle of creeds and prejudices." "Oh, I've got prejudices enough." "Yes," she said.

"And so have I.But we're not even sure of _them_, these days." "The world has a habit of crowding in," her father muttered vaguely.
* * * * * Roger did not sleep that night.

He could not keep his thoughts away from what was going to happen at dawn.

Yes, the city was crowding in upon this quiet house of his.

Dimly he could recollect, in the genial years of long ago, just glancing casually now and then at some small and unobtrusive notice in his evening paper: "Execution at Sing Sing." It had been so remote to him.