As though drawn by some invisible magnet, her eyes encountered Garth's, and the swift colour rushed into her cheeks, staining them scarlet.
His expression was enigmatical.

The next moment he bent forward and spoke, in a low voice that reached her ear alone.
"Much maligned place--where I tasted my one little bit of heaven!" Then, after a pause, he added deliberately: "But a black sheep has no business with heaven.

He'd be turned away from the doors--and quite rightly, too! That's why I shall never ask for admittance." He regarded her steadily for a moment, then quietly averted his eyes.
And Sara realized that in those few words he had revoked--repudiating all that he had claimed, all that he had given, the day before..