Rotha put her arms about the mother's neck and kissed her too, and helped her in.
Willy was unmanned.

"You don't mean that you know that father--" He could say no more.

Ralph had raised the lantern to the level of the mare's creels to remove the strap that bound them, and the light had fallen on his face.
"Ralph, is he hurt--much hurt ?" "He is--dead!" Willy fell back as one that had been dealt a blow.
"God help me! O God, help me!" he cried.
"Give me the reins," said Ralph, "and be here when I come back.

I can't be long.

Keep the door of the kitchen shut--mother is there.