When we reached my father's door, haggard and miserable, it was in the pale sunshine of a summer morning.
"Thank God!" murmured John, as he set me down at the foot of the steps.
"You are safe at home." "And you.

You will come in--you would not leave me now ?" He thought a moment--then said, "No!" We looked up doubtfully at the house; there were no watchers there.

All the windows were closed, as if the whole peaceful establishment were taking its sleep, prior to the early stirring of Norton Bury households.

Even John's loud knocking was some time before it was answered.
I was too exhausted to feel much; but I know those five awful minutes seemed interminable.

I could not have borne them, save for John's voice in my ear.
"Courage! I'll bear all the blame.