She was conscious of but two things: a strange, creeping cold which seemed to be chilling her to the very marrow of her bones; and a vague but terrible sense of horror, mentally.

The letter fell to the floor.

She did not observe it.

A half-hour passed, and she did not know that it had been a moment.

Gradually, her brain began to rouse into activity again, and strove confusedly with the thoughts which crowded on it.
"That would be stealing.