PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
against it for an instant, fighting for breath. The air was purer here. Across the room the gas was turned low, but there was light enough to see the bureau by the window, the tall ungainly wardrobe, the overturned table, a chair or two and a small bed upon which lay stretched a woman's form, black gowned, flattened against the rumpled coverlid. Gordon's streaming eyes closed in agony, and when, groping blindly toward the bed, he opened them again a white face, filled with terror and a great wonder, was looking up into his. With a cry he sank at the side of the bed and gathered her into his arms.
