e。 Could he
break away？ He turned； saw the open foreshore； clear in front of
him； and he plunged away； on and on； ever farther from the
horrible figure that lay stretched in the moonlight on the sands
with the tears gathering and travelling on the motionless；
eternal face。
He felt； if ever he must see her again； his bones must be
broken； his body crushed； obliterated for ever。 And as yet； he
had the love of his own living body。 He wandered on a long； long
way； till his brain drew dark and he was unconscious with
weariness。 Then he curled in the deepest darkness he could find；
under the sea…grass； and lay there without consciousness。
She broke from her tense cramp of agony gradually； though
each movement was a goad of heavy pain。 Gradually； she lifted
her dead body from the sands； and rose at last。 There was now no
moon for her； no sea。 All had passed away。 She trailed her dead
body to the house； to her room； where she lay down inert。
Morning brought her a new access of superficial life。 But all
within her was cold； dead； inert。 Skrebensky appeared at
breakfast。 He was white and obliterated。 They did not look at
each other nor speak to each other。 Apart from the ordinary；
trivial talk of civil people； they were separate； they did not
speak of what was between them during the remaining two days of
their stay。 They were