He reported that Newell Knight was in "an awful way." Susannah alighted at once and walked to the tavern, in order that her husband might drive with all speed to the afflicted man.
The lights as they shone from John Biery's windows reminded her vividly of the first time, a month since, when she had driven to that house at night.

She had grown much older since then, stronger in many ways, weaker in some, but she was not conscious of this; it was not her way to give even so much as a passing glance at herself as one of the actors in life's drama.

The road on which she trod was heavy with mud.

The night-winds cried around and through the empty branches of two or three neglected trees in the clearing.

The square wooden tavern stood at the cross-roads.