But I am sorry, sorry beyond measure, and I repeat what I said before--seek out some other woman and marry her." "That is the cruellest thing of all the cruel things which you have said," he answered.
"I did not mean it to be cruel, Mr.Davies, but I suppose that the truth often is.

And now good-bye," and Beatrice stretched out her hand.
He touched it, and she turned and went.

But Owen did not go.

He sat upon the rock, his head bowed in misery.

He had staked all his hopes upon this woman.