Chapter 11

And I knew, as her thought reached me, that she was right. There was no moving life in the trees, nor in the air, nor in the moss beneath us. I searched, and if I could have found the smallest insect, I think it would have broken the spell which oppressed me, as I realized the isolation in which we moved. I stood, and hesitated. I was ashamed of my thought, but at last I gave it. "I do not want to go farther." "Do you feel it?" she answered. "I felt it sooner." "It is not that I fear," I answered, "there seems…