I am not the fellow to come after a 'swell' lady." He went forth on his way.

So now all was over for ever and ever.

She had not even said what she wished in that interview, which had only made her seem a very bold girl in his sight.

What kind of a fellow was this Yann, with his contempt for women, his scorn for money, and all desirable things?
At first she remained fixed to the spot, sick with giddiness, as things swam around her.

One intolerably painful thought suddenly struck her like a flash of lightning--Yann's comrades, the Icelanders, were waiting for him below in the market-place.