He did not doubt that her going was final.

He felt that she was gone from him forever.

If she ever came back it would not be as his daughter, but as the wife of Gilman.

She had deserted him, fled in the night like a thief; his heart began to harden again, and he rose stiffly.

His native stubbornness began to assert itself, the first great shock over, and he went out to the kitchen, and prepared, as best he could, a breakfast, and sat down to it.