VII
A Knok at the door
"I have saved him . ' it was not anot her of the dreams in which he had often come back he was really here . and yet his wife trembled , and a vague but heavy fear was upon her .
All the air round was so thick and dark ,the people were passionately revengeful and fitf y le innocent were so constantly put to death on vague suspicion and black malice , it was so impossible to forget that many as blameless as her husband and as dear to others as he was to her every day shared the fate from which he had been clutched , that he heart could not be as ightened of its load as she felt it ought to be the shadows of the wintry afternoon were beginning to fall , and even now the dreadful carts were rolling through the streets . her mind pursued ther looking for him among the condemned , and then she clung closer to his real presence and trembled more.