She liked him , she was sorry for him , but it was unthinkable that she , white , exquisite Lilith , could marry him and sit at his table and his hearth . He was a fool to dream of it . To the existence of romance and glamour in which he lived , no gossip of the countryside penetrated . Yet much gossip there was , and at last it came blundering in on Roger to destroy his fairy world a second time . He came downstairs one night in the twilight , ready to go to Lilith . His aunt and an old crony were talking in the kitchen ; the crony was old , and Catherine , supposing Roger was out of the house , was talking loudly in that horrible voice of hers with still more horrible zest and satisfaction . `` Yes , I 'm guessing it 'll be a match as ye say . Oh the b ` y 's doing well . He ai n't for every market , as I 'm bound to admit . Ef she wa n't deaf she would n't look at him , no doubt . But she has scads of money -- they wo n't need to do a tap of work unless they like -- and she 's a good housekeeper too her aunt tells me . She 's pretty enough to suit him -- he 's as particular as never was -- and he wa n't crooked and she wa n't deaf when they was born , so it 's likely their children will be all right . I 'm that proud when I think of the match . '' Roger fled out of the house , white of face and sick of heart . He went , not to the bay shore , but to Isabel Temple 's grave . He had never been there since the night when he had rescued Lilith , but now he rushed to it in his new agony . His aunt 's horrible practicalities had filled him with disgust -- they dragged his love in the dust of sordid things . And Lilith was rich ; he had never known that -- never suspected it . He could never ask her to marry him now ; he must never see her again . For the second time he had lost her , and this second losing could not be borne .
He sat down on the big boulder by the grave and dropped his poor grey face XXXXX his hands , moaning in anguish .
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