"As if this killing weren't enough, we want to add _our_ killing! Oh, that's the most terrible thing of all--the thing it makes within us! Don't you understand ?" She turned to him appealingly, and he felt queerer than ever.

Dusk had fallen.

Where they stood, under the young-leaved maple tree, there was but a faint lingering of afterglow, and in this mystery her face glimmered wan and sweet; so that Ramsey, just then, was like one who discovers an old pan, used in the kitchen, to be made of chased silver.
"Well, I don't feel much like dinner right now," he said.

"We--we could sit here awhile on this bench, prob'ly.".