The stillness revolved again.
She held Her pain shut in Her. He would never know it again.
He hated to leave the room where the silence was quick. Out of the silence his pain was waiting to grasp him.
About Winnie the house revolved in wider and wider circles at the edge of which Her quickness died away.
He threw himself into the vortex of Her terrific quiet. It caught him and twisted him and bore him to its center.
He was dead. He would never live again. He became one with the endless word. She was timeless in the bed in silence.
When Laurence stumbled into the hall he came upon his father.
"Well, Son, I don't know what to say! My God, I don't know what to say." Mr. Farley turned away, sobbing.
Laurence was numbed to the sound of his father's words, and waited for the echo of silence to die away.