Did you not at first ask me to go there with you?
That is why I went away." "I shall never ask you again." "And there is no woman waiting for you there ?" "No!" said Willems, firmly.
She bent over him.

Her lips hovered above his face and her long hair brushed his cheeks.
"You taught me the love of your people which is of the Devil," she murmured, and bending still lower, she said faintly, "Like this ?" "Yes, like this!" he answered very low, in a voice that trembled slightly with eagerness; and she pressed suddenly her lips to his while he closed his eyes in an ecstasy of delight.
There was a long interval of silence.

She stroked his head with gentle touches, and he lay dreamily, perfectly happy but for the annoyance of an indistinct vision of a well-known figure; a man going away from him and diminishing in a long perspective of fantastic trees, whose every leaf was an eye looking after that man, who walked away growing smaller, but never getting out of sight for all his steady progress.

He felt a desire to see him vanish, a hurried impatience of his disappearance, and he watched for it with a careful and irksome effort.

There was something familiar about that figure.