ItwassevenandmorewhenSheltonreturned，fromhiswalk；afewheatdropshadsplashedtheleaves，butthestormhadnotyetbroken。
Inbroodingsilencetheworldseemedpentbeneaththepurplefirmament。
ByrapidwalkingintheheatSheltonhadgotridofhisdespondency。
Hefeltlikeonewhoistoseehismistressafterlongestrangement。
He，bathed，and，straighteninghistie-ends，stoodsmilingattheglass。Hisfear，unhappiness，anddoubtsseemedlikeanevildream；