If only the wind would bluster again.

That, at least, was intermittent in its fury and gave momentary relief to thoughts strained to an unbearable tension.
Afterwards, only a short time afterwards, he wondered that he had given himself over to such extreme feeling at this especial moment.

Her appearance when she came quietly back, with Mrs.Deo chatting and smiling behind her, was natural enough, and though she did not speak herself, the tenor of the landlady's remarks was such as to show that they had been conversing about old days when the two little girls used to ransack her cupboards for their favorite cookies, and when their united pranks were the talk of the town.
As they passed down the hall, Mrs.Deo garrulously remarked: "You were never separated except on that dreadful day of the schoolhouse burning.

That day you were sick and--" "Please!" The word leaped from Georgian in terror, and she almost threw her hand against the other's mouth.

"I--I can't bear it." The good lady paused, gurgled an apology, and stooped for the tray which disfigured the sightliness of the neatly kept hall.