The fatal wrangle of the pumas there below, the sound of it, would be in his ears for ever, but he had come above it; the searching vigour of the sun entered into his bones.
He knew that he was going back to England--to ample work and strong days, but he did not know that he was going alone.

He did not know that Andree was gone forever; that she had found her true place: in his undying memory.
So intent was he, that at first he did not see a boat making into the bay towards him.
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