But though he looked at her with wet eyes, he did not yield, and he still said,-- "I will come back soon--very soon; be quiet, dear, let me go." Then he kissed her once more many times, and put her gently within the door and closed it.
A low, sharp, sudden cry reached him, went to his heart, but he did not turn; he went on through the wet, green little garden, and the curling leaves, where he had found peace and had left desolation..