Even the luxury of tears seemed denied her.

Fear, the fear which dwelt with her day and night, had her in its grip.

Suddenly she leaped, screaming, from her place.

Splinters of glass fell all around her.

Her first wild thought was of release; she gazed upwards at the broken pane.
Then very faintly from the street below she heard the shout of a boy's angry voice.
"You've done it now, Jimmy! You're a fine pitcher, ain't you?
Lost it, that's what you've gone and done!" The thoughts formed themselves mechanically in her mind.