It released Jane's tongue, but she could not lift her eyes.
"To kill the man who persuaded Milly Erne to abandon her home and her husband--and her God!" With wonderful distinctness Jane Withersteen heard her own clear voice.
She heard the water murmur at her feet and flow on to the sea; she heard the rushing of all the waters in the world.

They filled her ears with low, unreal murmurings--these sounds that deadened her brain and yet could not break the long and terrible silence.

Then, from somewhere--from an immeasurable distance--came a slow, guarded, clinking, clanking step.

Into her it shot electrifying life.

It released the weight upon her numbed eyelids.