Rose could not read his mood; one day she would feel her husband had been alienated from her by his sorrow, another that his need of her was greater than ever. She herself carried a heavy heart, and in her mind a picture of the man who was "only looking in at the window." She seemed to see him standing there, with the moon[Pg 300] rising over his shoulder, while from behind him something in the garden, in the night, called ... and called.
He must escape, for if he surrendered now the battle was over, and he would have betrayed Boarzell the loved to something he loved lessloved less, he knew it, though he wavered.
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