Then she heard his step coming back to the door again, and she went to meet him.

He must not come in.

She had gained in sending him out, if she could but close the door fast.

It was in the doorway that she faced him as he stood with one foot ready to enter again.

The crafty look was out upon his face plainly now, and in the sunlight she could see it.
"You will be all alone to-night." "I am not afraid," calmly.