Content
"Why, she's with the children in your room, of course."
I did not answer, but instead reached to my side and pressed the little fingers of her I loved where they clung to me for support, and then, in unbroken silence, we sped over the yellow, moonlit moss; each of us occupied with his own thoughts.
At last, the top of the staircase was gained, and they stopped for the third time.
Nora--can I never be anything more than a stranger to you?
