Asleep like that, unguarded, her head leaning heavily to one side, she looked old and tired, but at least the worry that usually haunted her facewasgone, and, as I stood watching her, it struck me that she was dreaming.
At dawn, he could see thatbut for the roadside oaks everything wasgone, burned off the face of the earth as if by a powerful beam of light, the house standing naked and singed in a field of white ash.