He went back to Isabel Temple 's grave and flung himself down on it and cried like a boy . He wept his stormy , anguished soul out on it ; and when he rose and went away , he believed it was forever . He thought he could never , never go there again . * * * * * Catherine looked at him curiously the next morning . He looked wretched -- haggard and hollow-eyed . She knew he had not come in till the summer dawn . But he had lost the rapt , uncanny look she hated ; suddenly she no longer felt afraid of him . With this , she began to ask questions again . `` What kept ye out so late again last night , b ` y ? '' she said reproachfully . Roger looked at her in her morning ugliness . He had not really seen her for weeks . Now she smote on his tortured senses , so long drugged with beauty , like a physical blow . He suddenly burst into a laughter that frightened her . `` Preserve 's , b ` y , have ye gone mad ? Or , '' she added , `` have ye seen Isabel Temple 's ghost ? '' `` No , '' said Roger loudly and explosively . `` Do n't talk any more about that damned ghost . Nobody ever saw it . The whole story is balderdash . ''
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