THE POINT OF VIEW She sank back upon the chair, her face completely hidden within her arms.

Winston, his hand already grasping the latch of the door, paused and glanced around at her, a sudden revulsion of feeling leaving him unnerved and purposeless.

He had been possessed by but one thought, a savage determination to seek out Farnham and kill him.

The brute was no more than a mad dog who had bitten one he loved; he was unworthy of mercy.

But now, in a revealing burst of light, he realized the utter futility of such an act.