"Will you do that for me? Now, Gina? I—I—want to—leave."
"When, Billy?"
"As—soon—as—I can, Gina. It—must—be—soon."
The girl went out of the room very quietly.
He crossed over to the window and threw it open.
Darkness as far as he could see. Darkness in which were smudged lighter things without shape. Somewhere in the distance the feathery ends of branches brushed their leaves to and fro against the sky.
He knew that the wind was stirring.
He looked up at the heavens. Gray and dark save where the thin crescent moon held its haunting yellow light that was slurred over by drifting clouds and then held again.
He could see the wind driving the clouds.
The swish of the wind out there going through those smudged lighter things without shape.