He might suffer during the process, but he would do it.

His yea was yea, and his nay, nay.

She should see him no more.

Some day, not for a long time perhaps, but some day, she should hear of his marriage.
Suddenly, without a moment's warning, her own life rose up before her, distorted, horrible, unendurable.

The ilexes, solemn in the sunset, showed like foul shapes of disgust and nausea.