The memory of that awful night will haunt me all my life!" She broke off with a shiver, and George looked very compassionate.
"I think," he said gently, "you had better not go on." "Ah!" replied Sylvia, "I must grapple with the horror and not yield to it; with the future to be faced, I can't be a coward.

At last I heard the team and opened the door.

The snow was blinding, but I could dimly see the horses standing in it.

I called, but Dick didn't answer, and I ran out and found him lying upon the load of logs.

He was very still, and made no sign, but I reached up and shook him--I couldn't believe the dreadful thing.