Darrow，layingasidehispen，lookedatherforamomentinsilence；thenhestoodupandshutthedoor。
\"Imustgoto—morrowearly，\"hesaid，sittingdownbesideher。Hisvoicewasgrave，withaslighttingeofsadness。
Shesaidtoherself：\"HeknowswhatIamfeeling……\"andnowthethoughtmadeherfeellessalone。Theexpressionofhisfacewassternandyettender：forthefirsttimesheunderstoodwhathehadsuffered。
Shehadnodoubtastothenecessityofgivinghimup，butitwasimpossibletotellhimsothen。Shestoodupandsaid：\"I’llleaveyoutoyourletters。\"Hemadenoprotest，butmerelyanswered：\"You’llcomedownpresentlyforawalk？\"anditoccurredtoheratoncethatshewouldwalkdowntotheriverwithhim，andgiveherselfforthelasttimethetragicluxuryofsittingathissideinthelittlepavilion。\"Perhaps，\"shethought，\"itwillbeeasiertotellhimthere。\"
Itdidnot，onthewayhomefromtheirwalk，becomeanyeasiertotellhim；buthersecretdecisiontodosobeforeheleftgaveherakindoffactitiouscalmandlaidamelancholyecstasyuponthehour。Stillskirtingthesubjectthatfannedtheirveryfaceswithitsflame，theyclungpersistentlytoothertopics，anditseemedtoAnnathattheirmindshadneverbeennearertogetherthaninthishourwhentheirheartsweresoseparate。Intheglowofinterchangedloveshehadgrownlessconsciousofthatotherglowofinterchangedthoughtwhichhadonceilluminedhermind。ShehadforgottenhowDarrowhadwidenedherworldandlengthenedoutallherperspectives，andwithapangofdoubledestitutionshesawherselfaloneamonghershrunkenthoughts。