'It covers up the thing from being too real--if one takes enough--you know. Only--only--one loses everything else. I've been no more than a bogie-girl for two years. What would you give to be real again? This lying's such a nuisance.' 'One must protect oneself--and there's one's mother to think of,' he answered. 'True. I hope allowances are made for us somewhere. Our burden--can you hear?--our burden is heavy enough.' She rose, towering into the roof of the carriage. Conroy's ungentle grip pulled her back. 'Now _you_ are foolish. Sit down,' said he. 'But the cruelty of it! Can't you see it? Don't you feel it? Let's take one now--before I--' 'Sit down!' cried Conroy, and the sweat stood again on his forehead. He had fought through a few nights, and had been defeated on more, and he knew the rebellion that flares beyond control to exhaustion. She smoothed her hair and dropped back, but for a while her head and throat moved with the sickening motion of a captured wry-neck. 'Once,' she said, spreading out her hands, 'I ripped my counterpane from end to end. That takes strength. I had it then. I've little now. "All dorn," as my little niece says. And you, lad?' '"All dorn"! Let me keep your case for you till the morning.' 'But the cold feeling is beginning.' 'Lend it me, then.' 'And the drag down my right side. I shan't be able to move in a minute.' 'I can scarcely lift my arm myself,' said Conroy. 'We're in for it.' 'Then why are you so foolish? You know it'll be easier if we have only one--only one apiece.' She was lifting the case to her mouth. With tremendous effort Conroy caught it. The two moved like jointed dolls, and when their hands met it was as wood on wood. 'You must--not!' said Conroy. His jaws stiffened, and the cold climbed from his feet up. 'Why--must--I--not?' She repeated the words idiotically. Conroy could only shake his head, while he bore down on the hand and the case in it. Her speech went from her altogether. The wonderful lips rested half over the even teeth, the breath was in the nostrils only, the eyes dulled, the face set grey, and through the glove the hand struck like ice. Presently her soul came back and stood behind her eyes--only thing that had life in all that place--stood and looked for Conroy's soul. He too was fettered in every limb, but somewhere at an immense distance he heard his heart going about its work as the engine-room carries on through and beneath the all but overwhelming wave. His one hope, he knew, was not to lose the eyes that clung to his, because there was an Evil abroad which would possess him if he looked aside by a hair-breadth.