Now and then she paused and looked back to see if he were coming , but she never spoke . When she reached the shore road she turned and went along it until they came to an old grey house fronting the calm grey harbour . At its gate she paused . Roger knew now who she was . Catherine had told him about her a month ago . She was Lilith Barr , a girl of eighteen , who had come to live with her uncle and aunt . Her father had died some months before . She was absolutely deaf as the result of some accident in childhood , and she was , as his own eyes told him , exquisitely lovely in her white , haunting style . But she was not Isabel Temple ; he had tricked himself -- he had lived in a fool 's paradise -- oh , he must get away and laugh at himself . He left her at her gate , disregarding the little hand she put timidly out -- but he did not laugh at himself . 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 XXXXX her in her morning ugliness .
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