With a half smothered cry she followed.
"Jim!"
He paused and turned again, facing her with a look of infinite sadness.
"Remember," she said brokenly, "I never expect to see you again—we can not meet after this. I am looking into your dear face now with the anguish of a broken heart strangling me. You can not leave like this, we have been too much to each other."
He took her in his arms and held her close.
"Forgive me, dear," he whispered, reverently kissing her as he would have pressed the lips of the dead. "I didn't mean to be cruel—goodbye."
The door of the great house softly closed, and he was gone. A few moments later the servants found her limp form lying in a swoon on the floor.
CHAPTER X
AN EPILOGUE