The mouth had long since lost the power to shape itself into a kiss, and had a droop at the corners which seemed to announce a breaking-down at any moment into a despairing wail.

The collarless neck and sharp shoulders showed painfully.
She felt vaguely that the night was beautiful.

The setting sun, the noise of frogs, the nocturnal insects beginning to pipe--all in some way called her girlhood back to her, though there was little in her girlhood to give her pleasure.

Her large gray eyes grew round, deep and wistful as she saw the illimitable craggy clouds grow crimson, roll slowly up, and fire at the top.

A childish scream recalled her.
"Oh, my soul!" she half groaned, half swore, as she lifted her milk and hurried to the well.