There was neither an appeal for pity nor a hint of any bitterness in her voice.

But the words moved Chayne all the more on that account.

He would be leaving a very lonely, friendless girl to battle through the months of his absence by herself; and to battle with what?
He was not sure.

But he had not taken so lightly the shadow on the ceiling and the opening door.
"If only you had come with me on that first day," he cried.
"I will have to-night to look back upon, my dear," she said.

"That will be something.