He has come here to say 'Good-bye.' I left a note for him on my way here, just to tell him I was going.

He is my friend--only my friend." "I don't believe you," said Jeff.
She shrank as if he had struck her, but her hands still clutched his coat.

She attempted no further protestations, only stood with her white face lifted and clear eyes fixed on his.

The red fire that shone fiercely back on her was powerless to subdue her steady regard, though she felt as though it scorched her through and through.
From the platform came the shriek of the guard's whistle.

The train was departing.
Doris heard it go with a sick sense of despair.