It's all over and done with now." He looked at her body and thought of the beauty of her soul.

He broke into vows and promises.
"Yes; it's all over.

I swear I'll never look at another woman as long as I live." The pressure of her weak arms round his neck thrilled him with an exquisite tenderness, a voluptuous pity.

Surely, surely in his heart of hearts he had never loved any woman as he loved her.

She comforted him; she whispered things too sacred for perfect utterance.