A man or boy whistling seemed to fill the valley.

The moon arrived too late to be of service to any wayfarer.
Everybody in Thrums was asleep but ourselves, and the doctor who never came.
About midnight Hendry climbed the attic stair and joined me at the window.

His hand was shaking as he pulled back the blind.

I began to realize that his heart could still overflow.
"She's waur," he whispered, like one who had lost his voice.
For a long time he sat silently, his hand on the blind.

He was so different from the Hendry I had known, that I felt myself in the presence of a strange man.