She refused to be dragged down.
"There's something beating in the air," she continued.

"It came into the room with you.

Don't you feel it?
Can't you feel that you are going to a tragedy?
Life is going to be different, Arnold, to be different always." He drew himself up.

A flicker of passion flamed in his own deep gray eyes.
"Different, child?
Of course it's going to be different.

If there weren't something else in front, do you think one could live?
Do you think one could be content to struggle through this miserable quagmire if one didn't believe that there was something else on the other side of the hill ?" She sighed, and her fingers touched his.
"I forgot," she said simply.