Mona had lifted the candle from the table, and she held it above the kneeling man and the sleeping child. It was the blind woman's vision realized. When Dan rose to his feet he was a stronger man. "Mona," he said, resolutely, "you are right. This sin must be wiped out." She had put down the candle and was now trying to take his hand. "Don't touch me," he said, "don't touch me." He returned to the other room, and threw open the window. His face was turned toward the distant sea, whose low moan came up through the dark night. "Dan," she murmured, "do you think we shall meet again?" "Perhaps we are speaking for the last time, Mona," he answered. "Oh, my heart will break!" she said. "Dan," she murmured again, and tried to grasp his hand. "Don't touch me. Not until later--not until--until _then_." Their eyes met. The longing, yearning look in hers answered to the wild light in his. She felt as if this were the last she was ever to see of Dan in this weary world. He loved her with all his great, broken, bleeding heart. He had sinned for her sake. She caught both his hands with a passionate grasp. Her lips quivered, and the brave, fearless, stainless girl put her quivering lips to his. To Dan that touch was as fire. With a passionate cry he flung his arms about her. For an instant her head lay on his breast. "Now go," she whispered, and broke from his embrace. Dan tore himself away, with heart and brain aflame. Were they ever to meet again? Yes. At one great moment they were yet to stand face to face. The night was dark, but Dan felt the darkness not at all, for the night was heavier within him. He went down toward the creek. To-morrow he would give himself up to the Deemster; but to-night was for himself--himself and _it_. He went by the church. A noisy company were just then trooping out of the porch into the churchyard. There they gathered in little knots, lit lanterns, laughed, and drank healths from bottles that were brought out of their pockets. It was the breaking up of the Oiel Verree. CHAPTER XXII ALONE, ALONE--ALL, ALL ALONE! When Dan got down to the creek the little shed was full of the fisher-fellows. There were Quilleash, Teare, Crennell, and the lad Davy. The men wore their oilskins, as if they had just stepped out of the dingey on the beach, and on the floor were three baskets of cod and ray, as if they had just set them down. The fire of gorse was crackling on the hearth, and Davy sat beside it, looking pale and ill. He had watched Dan away from the shed, and then, trembling with fear, but girding up his young heart to conquer it, he had crept back and kept guard by the body.