Passing his hand over his brow he bared it to the fresh night-air, and drew a deep, hard breath.

He was very pale, I saw.
"John ?" He turned, and laid a hand on my shoulder.

"What did you say?
Are you cold ?" "No." He put his arm so as to shield the wind from me, nevertheless.
"Well," said he, after a pause, "we have had our pleasure, and it is over.

Now we must go back to the old ways again.

I wonder what o'clock it is ?" He was answered by a church clock striking, heard clearly over the silent town.