The one candle cast but a faint light upon the chairs, the bed, the table.
The small panes of the window-glass were bare to the darkness without and the empty tree-branches.

The heavy latch of the closed door was fastened crookedly for lack of good workmanship.
Her unsatisfied mind ached for counsel, and her thought, roving over the world, could fix only on Ephraim as she had at first learned to know him, wise and quiet and kind.

The warm chimney seemed a poor thing to lean her head against while she felt that her faith was failing.

Then the remembrance of the shot Ephraim had fired and his callousness choked back her tears.
She waited an hour, two hours; then, becoming anxious on Halsey's account, she borrowed a lantern and went across the fields to Knight's farmhouse.
Quite a number of people had gathered.

Susannah met some of them coming from the house, but others were still there, standing about the fire in the kitchen.