"To-morrow," said I, clenching my fists, "to-morrow I will go away!"
Being now come to the Hollow, I turned aside to the brook, at that place where was the pool in which I was wont to perform my morning ablutions; and, kneeling down, I gazed at myself in the dark, still water; and I saw that the night had, indeed, set its mark upon me.
"To-morrow," said I again, nodding to the wild face below, "to-morrow I will go far hence."
Now while I yet gazed at myself, I heard a sudden gasp behind me and, turning, beheld Charmian.
"Peter! is it you?" she whispered, drawing back from me.
"Who else, Charmian? Did I startle you?"
"Yes—oh, Peter!"
"Are you afraid of me?"
"You are like one who has walked with—death!"
I rose to my feet, and stood looking down at her. "Are you afraid of me, Charmian?"