There was this difference.

Last night the wind had been driven against the cabin in fitful blasts, for the most part; now to her ears there came a ceaseless, droning hum with no intervals of silence between--a steady, vicious, incessant rushing roar that made her fear the cabin walls could not long resist it.
When she thought of last night's tragedy it seemed almost remote to her--a thing that had happened long ago; an incident that time had robbed of its gruesomeness.
For she saw, now, that it had been inevitable--that Lawler had acted in self-defense.

There had been no other way.

She shuddered when she thought of the ghastly things that were lying under the windbreak; but her own comfort became instantly paramount, and she drew a chair close to the fire and enjoyed its welcome warmth while dressing.
After dressing she got up from the chair and walked over to the chuck-box, smiling as she noted the bulging sides; her eyes glowing with satisfaction when she lifted the lid and saw the well-filled interior.
She paused before the shelf upon which reposed a supply of canned foods; and exclaimed with delight when she saw, affixed to the wall near the door, a piece of broken mirror.

She spent some time looking into the glass, combing her hair with a fragment of comb she found on a shelf beside the mirror.
She had finished when she heard a knock on the door.