It was the moment of their great experience of one another; never again, in whatever crisis, could either know so deep, so wonderful a fathoming of the other soul.

Once as it passed, Advena put up her hand and touched his cheek: There were tears on it, and she trembled, and wound her arm about his neck, and held up her face to his.

"No," he muttered, and crushed it against his breast.

There without complaint she let it lie; she was all submission to him: his blood leaped and his spirit groaned with the knowledge of it.
"Why did you come out?
Why did you come, dear ?" he said at last.
"I don't know.

There was such a wind.