He could see that he must always now, from the consciousness of the thing that he had done, he alone.

The actual moment of striking his blow had put an impassable gulf between his soul and all the world.

Bodies might touch, hands might be grasped, voices ring together, always now his soul must be alone.

Only, that Something--of whose Presence he had been, in that instant, aware--could keep his company.

They two.