It was useless to reason with himself, vain to call good judgment to his counsels and summon wisdom to his aid.

This was her home.

Somewhere in this city to which he was so rapidly hastening, she was moving up and down, had her being, was living and loving.

After these long years his eyes so ached to see her, his heart was so hungry for her presence, that it seemed to him as though the sheer longing would call her out of her retreat, on to the streets through which he must pass, across his path, into the sight of his eyes and reach of his hand.

He had thought that he felt all this before.