She was like iron, like flint, rigid up the backbone. And when she said, "It’s no use. It’s no use. This is the end "- after he had spoken for hours, it seemed, with the tears running down his cheeks-it was as if she had hit him in the face. She turned, she left him, went away.

"Clarissa!" he cried. "Clarissa!" But she never came back. It was over. He went away that night. He never saw her again.