When all grew cold[702] and dim,
I shuddered[703]—not for fear of them outside,[704]
But just afraid to be alone with him.[705]
“Ned! Ned!”[706] I whisper’d—and he moan’d and shook,
But did not heed or look!
“Ned! Ned![707] speak, lad! tell me[708] it is not true!”
At that he raised his head and look’d so wild;
Then, with a stare that froze my blood, he threw
His arms around[709] me, crying like a child,
And held me close—and not a word was spoken,