It seemed that she wanted him to go with her -- she was evidently frightened of that brute -- he must take her to safety . And then -- She moved on down the little path and he followed . Out in the moonlit field he saw her clearly . With her drooping head , her flowing dark hair , her great brown eyes , she looked like the nymph of a wood-brook , a haunter of shadows , a creature sprung from the wild . But she was mortal maid , and he -- what a fool he had been ! Presently he would laugh at himself , when this dazed agony should clear away from his brain . He followed her down the long field to the bay shore . 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 XXXXX him curiously the next morning .
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