The letter was from Virginie's sister at Shilah, and told him that Zoe and her husband had gone away into farther fields of homelessness.

Thus it was that Shilah ever seemed to him, as he worked West, a goal in his quest--not the last goal perhaps, but a goal.
He had been far past it by another route, up, up and out into the more scattered settlements, and now at last he had come to it again, having completed a kind of circle.

As he entered it, the past crowded on to him with a hundred pictures.

Shilah--it was where Virginie Poucette's sister lived; and Virginie had been a part of the great revelation of his life at St.Saviour's.
As he was walking by the riverside at Shilah, a woman spoke to him, touching his arm as she did so.

He was in a deep dream as she spoke, but there certainly was a look in her face that reminded him of someone belonging to the old life.