What was to the remainder of the exiled sons of Adam simply the brand of expulsion from Paradise, was to him hell.

In his agony, anything less than an angel, soft-voiced in his path, would not have satisfied the poor boy, and here was this wretched outcast, and instead of being relieved, he was to act the reliever! Striving to rouse the desolate creature, he shook her slightly.

She now raised her head with a slow, gradual motion, like that of a wax-work, showing a white young face, tearless,-dreadfully drawn at the lips.
After gazing at him, she turned her head mechanically to her shoulder, as to ask him why he touched her.

He withdrew his hand, saying: 'Why are you here?
Pardon me; I want, if possible, to help you.' A light sprang in her eyes.

She jumped from the stone, and ran forward a step or two, with a gasp: 'Oh, my God! I want to go and drown myself.' Evan lingered behind her till he saw her body sway, and in a fit of trembling she half fell on his outstretched arm.