The sound had something painfully human in it which made her conscious of a shivering inward tremor.
"It sounds as if something--that has been hurt and is cold and lonely wants to get in where things are human and warm," was her troubled thought.
It was a thought so troubled that she could not rest and in spite of her efforts to lie still she turned from side to side listening in an abnormal mood.
"I'm foolish," she whispered.

"If I don't get hold of myself I shall lose my senses.

I don't feel like myself.

Would it be too silly if I got up and opened a tower window ?" She actually got out of her bed quietly and crept to the tower room and opened one.

The crying wind rushed in and past her with a soft cold sweep.