It was the blind woman's vision realized.
When Dan rose to his feet he was a stronger man.
"Mona," he said, resolutely, "you are right. This sin must be wiped out."
She had put down the candle and was now trying to take his hand.
"Don't touch me," he said, "don't touch me."
He returned to the other room, and threw open the window. His face was turned toward the distant sea, whose low moan came up through the dark night.
"Dan," she murmured, "do you think we shall meet again?"
"Perhaps we are speaking for the last time, Mona," he answered.
"Oh, my heart will break!" she said. "Dan," she murmured again, and tried to grasp his hand.
"Don't touch me. Not until later—not until—until then."