This time there would be no return.
The moisture of his lips was yet upon her own, and he was gone forever.
She crossed the room and fell upon her knees beside the bed.
Part III
THE BREAKING OF THE BARRIERS
Chapter Fourteen
IT was very early, very dark, very cheerless, that most miserable hour of six o’clock in the morning, the very worst hour ever known in which to be routed out of bed in order that an unpleasant journey may be begun.