The Fire Within

And then all at once they were in the dark together, for the moon went out suddenly like a blown candle. She had dropped into a bank of clouds that rose from the clouding west. The wind blew a little chill, and as suddenly as the light had gone, David, too, was gone. One moment, so near–touching her in the darkness–and the next, gone–gone noiselessly, leaving her shaking, quivering.