"I'm going away," he went on, "because nothing is mine. There's been a great mistake—and so I'm going away. Do you understand?"
She looked at him with childlike wonder. In years she was nearly a woman, but she was only a child in spirit.
"But surely you need not go and leave everything?" she queried.
"No; I need not go." He hardly knew what he was saying. He seemed like a man under a spell.
"Then what makes you go?"
"You," he replied. "Don't you remember? Good-bye."
He hurried on without another word. He felt he was going mad, even if he were not mad already. And yet he had a kind of consciousness that he was doing right.
"But I will come back some day," he said between his set teeth. "I'll not be beaten! Somehow—somehow I'll make my way. I'll conquer—yes, I'll conquer! At all hazards, I'll conquer!"
There was a grim determination in his heart as he set his face towards the unknown.