You can go on to Tete Jaune alone.

You can go anywhere alone--and care for yourself." He was looking at her so strangely that she held her breath, her lips parted, the flush in her cheeks deepening.
"And the strangest part of it all is that I have always known you away back in my imagination," he went on.

"You have lived there, and have troubled me.

I could not construct you perfectly.

It is almost inconceivable that you should have borne the same name--Joanne.