Never thought as he'd go before me--never thought--never thought!" The loud roll of the waves filled the bitter silence that followed, but the battering of the rain upon the cottage roof was decreasing.

The storm was no longer overhead.
Adam leaned on the back of a chair with his head in his hands.

All the wiry activity seemed to have gone out of him.

He looked old and broken.
The girl stood motionless behind him.

A strange impassivity had succeeded her last fruitless appeal, as though through excess of suffering her faculties were numbed, animation itself were suspended.
She leaned against the wall, staring with wide, tragic eyes at the flame of the lamp that stood in the window.