She moistened her lips with her tongue, but could not answer.
He stooped and began to feel across the floor. She saw his hands, those sensitive hands, move toward Philip's dead body. They would be in his blood presently.
She started forward. "Lawrence!" she screamed.
He stopped abruptly. Her tone had filled him with dread wonder.
"What is it, Claire?" he whispered.
She stood a moment, silently looking at him.
He straightened and stepped toward her, "What is it?" he demanded.
She swayed unsteadily and sank into his arms, sobbing, her body wrenched with the agony.
"Take me outside," she whispered fearfully.
He lifted her and carried her out into the sunlight.