Premise: It was pale , fainting moonlight .<br>The harbor looked like a phantom harbor , and the night was as still and cold and calm as the face of a dead man .<br>At last I saw my wife coming to me along the shore .<br>When I saw her , I knew what I had feared and how great my fear had been .<br>As she drew near , I saw that she had been crying ; her face was stained with tears , and her dark hair hung loose over her shoulders in little , glossy ringlets like a child 's .<br>She seemed to be very tired , and at intervals she wrung her small hands together .
Hypothesis: The wife had mascara running down her face.