It is inevitable.

Betwixt her and me is fixed a boundless space, wider than Heaven and earth.

She is one pole, and I the other.

If I have any strength or resolution or philosophy, now is the hour for its trial.
"This woman must be, shall be put away from every thought and wish and hope.

And the word FINIS must be written at the end of the one brief chapter where our life-stories seem to have run along together in a false harmony and a fictitious peace!" Thus pondered Gabriel, in the gloom of his harsh cell, branded with crime and writhing in the agony of soul that only those who love hopelessly can ever know.
And Catherine, what of her?
What were her thoughts, emotions, inspirations as--seeming to live in a dream, with Gabriel's eloquence and the new vision of a better, saner, kindlier world shining through her soul--she made her way back to the dingy hotel where now, shabby as it was, she felt she had no right to stay, while others, homeless, walked the brutal streets?
Who shall know them?
Who shall tell?
A blind man, suddenly made to see, can find no words to express the wonder and bright glory of that sudden sight.