It was evident that Grace expected him to speak to her and had given him a chance for an admirable little tete-a-tete.

For a moment Vandover's heart knocked at his throat; he drew his breath once or twice sharply through his nose.

In an instant all the old evil instincts were back again, urging and clamouring never so strong, never so insistent.
But Vandover set his face against them, honestly, recalling his resolution, telling himself that he was done with that life.

As he had said, the lesson had been too terrible.
He turned about resolutely, and walked slowly away from her.

The girl looked after him a moment, surprised, and then called out: "Oh, Mr.Vandover!" Vandover paused a moment, looking back.
"Where are you going ?" she went on.