Not improbably Glenn himself might be capable of playing a trick on her.
Carley endeavored to fortify herself against disaster, so that when it befell she might not be wholly ludicrous.
With the coming of twilight a cold, keen wind moaned through the cedars.
Carley would have hovered close to the fire even if she had not been too tired to exert herself.

Despite her aches, she did justice to the supper.

It amazed her that appetite consumed her to the extent of overcoming a distaste for this strong, coarse cooking.

Before the meal ended darkness had fallen, a windy raw darkness that enveloped heavily like a blanket.

Presently Carley edged closer to the fire, and there she stayed, alternately turning back and front to the welcome heat.