The place was unknown to her.

She saw an opening among gloomy pines, empty, silent, unreal.
No haunted house, no barren moor, no neglected graveyard ever spoke more poignantly, more mournfully, with such utter hopelessness.

There was no sign of his or of her former presence.

Across the open space something had passed its hand, and it had changed.

What had been a trysting-place, a bower, a nest, had become a tomb.