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CHAPTER XIVTHE RELEASE （III）　　His father looked so forlorn. Morel had been a man withoutfear--simply nothing frightened him. Paul realised with a start thathe had been afraid to go to bed, alone in the house with his dead. He was sorry.　　"I forgot you'd be alone, father," he said.　　"Dost want owt to eat?" asked Morel.　　"No."　　"Sithee--I made thee a drop o' hot milk. Get it down thee;it's cold enough for owt."　　Paul drank it.　　After a while Morel went to bed. He hurried past the closed door,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],and left his own door open. Soon the son came upstairs also. He went in to kiss her good-night, as usual. It was cold and dark. He wished they had kept her fire burning. Still she dreamed heryoung dream. But she would be cold.　　"My dear!" he whispered. "My dear!"　　And he did not kiss her,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], for fear she should be coldand strange to him. It eased him she slept so beautifully. He shut her door softly, not to wake her, and went to bed.　　In the morning Morel summoned his courage,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], hearing Anniedownstairs and Paul coughing in the room across the landing. He opened her door, and went into the darkened room. He saw thewhite uplifted form in the twilight, but her he dared not see. Bewildered,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], too frightened to possess any of his faculties, he gotout of the room again and left her. He never looked at her again. He had not seen her for months, because he had not dared to look. And she looked like his young wife again.　　"Have you seen her?" Annie asked of him sharply after breakf
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