The thought cross his mind that he ought to have married her and not gone rambling. If he had, he wouldn't be in such a fix. But he felt little fear; just an overpowering fatigue. Life had slipped out of line. It was unfair, it was too bad, but he couldn't find the energy to fight it any longer.

It's funny, leaving a place, ain't it?" he said. "You never do know when you'll get back.

Once started, love couldn't easily be stopped.

The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.