The moon was high in a sky which was perceptibly blue.

In the west was still a faint glow, which was like a memory of a cowslip sunset.

The street and the white house-front were plumy with soft tree shadows wavering in a gentle wind.

Annie was glad when she was alone in the night.

She needed a moment for solitariness and readjustment since one of the strongest readjustments on earth faced her--the realisation that what she had loved was not.