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 . '' He got up and went violently out , leaving Catherine aghast . Was it possible Roger had sworn ? What on earth had come over the b ` y ? But come what had or come what would , he no longer looked fey -- there was that much to be thankful for . Even an occasional oath was better than that . Catherine went stiffly about her dish-washing , resolving to have ` Liza Adams to supper some night . For a week Roger lived in agony -- an agony of shame and humiliation and self-contempt . Then , when the edge of his bitter disappointment wore away , he made another dreadful discovery . He still loved her and longed for her just as keenly as before . He wanted madly to see her -- her flower-like face , her great , asking eyes , the sleek , braided flow of her hair . Ghost or woman -- spirit or flesh -- it mattered not . He could not live without her . At last his hunger for her drew him to the old grey house on the bay shore . He knew he was a fool -- she would never look at him ; he was only feeding the flame that must consume him . But go he must and did , seeking for his lost paradise .
He did not see her when he went in , but Mrs. Barr received him kindly and talked XXXXX her in a pleasant garrulous fashion which jarred on Roger , yet he listened greedily .
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