And, shuddering, she pressed her hands to her eyes to shut out the sight her fancy pictured.
He left her for a while, hoping that in solitude she might regain control of herself.

When he returned he found her seated, and outwardly more composed; her arms resting on the parapet-wall, her eyes bent steadily on the long stretch of hard sand which ran northward from the village.

By that route her lover had many a time come to her; there she had ridden with him in the early days; and that way they had started for Paris on such a morning and at such an hour as this, with sunshine about them, and larks singing hope above the sand-dunes, and with wavelets creaming to the horses' hoofs! Of all which La Tribe, a stranger, knew nothing.

The rapt gaze, the unchanging attitude only confirmed his opinion of the course she would adopt.

He was thankful to find her more composed; and in fear of such a scene as had already passed between them, he stole away again.