After much difficulty in falling asleep she awakened with a start to see something white and ghastly slip across her room and disappear into the wall. “Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!” she said aloud. “Don’t tell me it’s a ghost!” The apparition obligingly repeated itself and she realized that what she had taken for a specter was simply the white glare of a pair of high-powered automobile headlights rounding a turn in the road on the mainland. All the same, she found herself very wide awake. Outside, white moonlight was shining. Feeling for her slippers, the school teacher rose and went to the window. There was moon enough so that she could see the face of her watch—it was barely one o’clock—and here and there in a fisherman’s cottage window a light still glowed. She threw the window high and leaned out to enjoy the cool perfection of the night. But it was marred by what she knew must be the truth of this unreal, impossible problem—and by the decision which she must make.
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