I return no more to Vandon.

There is no longer a home for me in England.

I leave only behind with you the poor heart you have possessed so long!" Dare was so much affected by the beauty of this last sentence that he could say no more, but even at that moment, as he glanced at Ruth to see what effect his eloquence had upon her, she looked so pallid and thin (her beauty was so entirely eclipsed) that the sacrifice did not seem quite so overwhelming, after all.
She struggled to speak, but words failed her.
He took her hands and kissed them, pressed them to his heart (it was a pity there was no one there to see), endeavored to say something more, and then rushed out of the room.
She stood like one stunned after he had left her.

She saw him a moment later cross the garden, and flee away across the fields.

She knew she had seen that gray figure and jaunty gray hat for the last time; but she hardly thought of him.