He must go, and go quickly, lest his strength might fail him, and hand in hand they should pass a bourne from which there is no return.
"Heaven help us, Beatrice," he said.

"I will go to-morrow morning and, if I can, I will keep away." "You _must_ keep away.

I will not see you any more.

I will not bring trouble on you, Geoffrey." "You talk of bringing trouble on me," he said; "you say nothing of yourself, and yet a man, even a man with eyes on him like myself, is better fitted to weather such a storm.

If it ruined me, how much more would it ruin you ?" They were at the gate of the Vicarage now, and the wind rushed so strongly through the firs that she needed to put her lips quite close to his ear to make her words heard.
"Stop, one minute," she said, "perhaps you do not quite understand.