Quotation from: The Valley of the Moon

Written by: Jack London

"What is it?" he asked, his voice husky with anxiety. "You ain't
sick . . . or . . . or anything?"

One hand she had pressed to her heart; but the startle and fright
in her eyes was changing into a pleased intentness, while on her
mouth was a little mysterious smile. She seemed oblivious to her
husband, as if listening to some message from afar and not for
his ears. Then wonder and joy transfused her face, and she looked
at Billy, and her hand went out to his.