Resentment at the shame she had brought on me aided my stubbornness, and helped me to forget that I had been shamed because she had remembered me.

But now I followed Phineas Tate.

For be memory ever so keen and clear, yes, though it seem able to bring every feature, every shade, and every pose before a man's eyes in absolute fidelity, yet how poor and weak a thing it is beside the vivid sight of bodily eyes; that paints the faded picture all afresh in hot and glowing colours, and the man who bade defiance to the persuasions of his recollection falls beaten down by the fierce force of a present vision.
I followed Phineas Tate, perhaps using some excuse with myself--indeed, I feared that he would attack her rudely and be cruelly plain with her--yet knowing in my heart that I went because I could do nothing else, and that when she called, every atom of life in me answered to her summons.

So in I went, to find Phineas standing bolt upright in the parlour of the tavern, turning the leaves of his book with eager fingers, as though he sought some text that was in his mind.

I passed by him and leant against the wall by the window; so we awaited her, each of us eager, but with passions most unlike.
She came, daintily dressed now, although still negligently.