"Something's going wrong every minute of the day and night--something's coming up all the time that ought to be different.

But we ain't got nothing to do with running the world--just running our own two lives is enough for us." Hours or moments later--she could not have told which--she raised her head suddenly.

What was it that she had heard?
There was a cough, a footfall in the yard.
Oh, then he was coming home! Why not have the whole thing out now, over once and for all?
Why not speak plainly and have it done?
He had not been so terrible.

He was an ignorant man, but not unkind, not brutal.
She felt the light in the door darken, knew that some one was standing there.

But something, subconscious, out of her new, dark world--something, she could not tell what--told her this was not Sim Gage.
She reached out her hand instinctively.