'I must, and shall!' she said. 'You do not understand, I must see him—you can come and wait for me if you like.'
But Wantley was merciless. He looked at her till her eyes fell before his—till she turned and slowly went up before him, back into her room.
CHAPTER XVII
'O mort, vieux capitaine, il est temps, levons l'ancre.
Le pays nous ennuie, O mort, apparaillons.'
Baudelaire.
'J'ai vécu: c'est à dire j'ai travaillé, j'ai aimé, j'ai souffert.'
Old French Epitaph.