'Gone away?'
'Gone away.'
They had reached the house before he spoke again.
'You don't mean—gone away?'
'Yes.'
'Do you mean—gone away?'
'Yes.'
'You aren't going to marry him?'
'No.'
The world stood still. The noise of the crickets and all the little sounds of summer smote on Nutty's ear in one discordant shriek.