Women such as Jess are rarely happy in the world.

It is not worldly wise to stake all one's fortune on a throw, and lack the craft to load the dice.

Well, her troubles are done with.

Think gently of her and let her pass in peace! The hours grew on towards the evening, but John, the dead face of the woman he had loved still pillowed on his breast, neither dreamed nor woke.

There was a strange and dreadful irony in the situation, an irony which sometimes finds its counterpart in our waking life, but still the man slept, and the dead girl lay till the night turned into the morning and the earth woke up as usual.