He didn't understand it. He didn't try to reason it out. He was filled with a great awe and humiliation. Awe that he had been saved in a way he didn't understand, humiliation that he had ever got himself into such jeopardy. Then he came to himself and began to walk. Straight on into the silver distance he kept his gaze and took great strides across the hard sand. Past the marble mansion where he had just been dining, without looking back at it, with no thought for his hat and bag that he had left there. He did not look to the right nor the left. His only thought was to get away. If the girl who had but a few minutes before said in such dulcet tones, "I love you!" was watching him, at least she would have no satisfaction in his passing. Her words of hate were still ringing in his ears, and his face was still smarting where she had struck him. There was a long scratch where the jewels on her hand had gouged his flesh, but he was not aware of it. His spirit was too deeply shaken to notice mere physical stings.
