It was something that she would have to approve of in him! It was rather pitiful that he should have found a grain of comfort in the fact that he had refused to kill a fellow man! Anne took several turns up and down the room.

There was a fine line between her dark, brooding eyes, and her nostrils were distended as if breathing had become difficult for her.
"I told him once that if such a thing ever happened to me, I'd put an end to myself just as soon as I knew," she said, addressing no one, but speaking with a distinctness that was startling.

"I told him that one would be justified in taking one's life under such circumstances.

Why should one go on suffering--" "What are you saying, Anne ?" broke in her mother sharply.

George looked up, astonishment struggling to make its way through the dull cloud on his face.
Anne stopped short.