"Ginny was crying in a strange keening manner, a thin sound that touched his spine with a cold finger. He walked along the ledge until he came to path above the summer-house door and could look down and inside. Ginny knew he was there. She called his name, and rocked back and forth, squatting on the carpet, more naked than not. He saw that she held Amos Rand's head in her lap, and her eyes were insane and wild, beyond reach or understanding at the moment."

1966.