The one thought dominating his mind was the urgent necessity for haste--a savage determination to intercept that early train eastward.

Beyond this single idea his brain seemed in hopeless turmoil, seemed failing him.
Any delay meant danger, discovery, the placing of her very life in peril.

He could grasp that; he could plan, guide, act in every way the part of a man under its inspiration, but all else appeared chaos.

The future ?--there was no future; there never again could be.

The chasm of a thousand years had suddenly yawned between him and this woman.