Close, close--he pressed her to his heart.

As the radiant image of Elizabeth vanished from him in the darkness, his mother--broken, despairing, murdered in her youth--came to him and strengthened him.

Let him do his duty to this poor outcast, as she would have done it--and put high thoughts from him.
He tore himself resolutely from his trance of thought, and began to walk back along the line.

All the same, he would go up to Lake Louise, as he had promised, on the following morning.

As far as his own intention was concerned, he would not cease to look after Lady Merton and her brother; Philip Gaddesden would soon have to be moved, and he meant to escort them to Vancouver.
Sounds approached, from the distance--the "freight," with the doctor, climbing the steep pass.