They will go with me over the wide ocean, and be my rest and stay." "I love you, Hugh," she said, as he wished her.
Something like a deep, bitter sob came from his white lips.

Death itself would have been far easier than leaving her.

He raised her beautiful face to his--his tears and kisses seemed to burn it--and then he was gone.
Gone! The romance of the past few weeks, the engrossing interest, all suddenly collapsed.

Tomorrow the old monotonous life must begin again, without flattery, praise, or love.

He had gone; the whole romance was ended; nothing of it remained save the memory of his love and the ring upon her finger.
At first there fell upon Beatrice a dreadful blank.