He had gone his careless way without a single thought for all the fierce devotion she had poured out to him.

It had only appealed to him while the mood lasted.

And now he had had enough of it.

He had gone.
The murmur of the summer sea came to her as she lay, and she thought of the Death Current.

Why--ah, why--had it been cheated of its prey?
She shivered violently as the memory of that awful struggle in deep waters came to her.