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water in the water-butts There was a slit of light under his

wife's door

He put the child into bed wrapped as she was in the shawl,

for the sheets would be cold Then he was afraid that she ht

not be able to move her arms, so he loosened her The black eyes

opened, rested on hiain He covered her

up The last little quiver fro

This was his room, the room he had had before he married It

was fa man,

untouched

He re her small

fists from the shawl He could tell the woo to the other landing He started There

was the sound of the owls--theof the woman What

an uncanny sound! It was not hu softly She was lying

still, with eyes shut, pale, tired His heart leapt, fearing she

was dead Yet he knew perfectly well she was not He saw the way

her hair went loose over her terin She was beautiful to him--but

it was not human He had a dread of her as she lay there What

had she to do with him? She was other than himself