It said: 'I do not believe it, and nothing will ever make me.
'JULIANA.' Evan could not forget these words.

They coloured his farewell to Beckley: the dear old downs, the hopgardens, the long grey farms walled with clipped yew, the home of his lost love! He thought of them through weary nights when the ghostly image with the hard shut eyelids and the quivering lips would rise and sway irresolutely in air till a shape out of the darkness extinguished it.

Pride is the God of Pagans.

Juliana had honoured his God.

The spirit of Juliana seemed to pass into the body of Rose, and suffer for him as that ghostly image visibly suffered..