“He came back the next day, but she was then unable to see him, and as it was literally the first time this had occurred in the long stretch of their acquaintance he turned away, defeated and sore, almost angry—or feeling at least that such a break in their custom was really the beginning of the end—and wandered alone with his thoughts, especially with the one he was least able to keep down. She was dying and he would lose her; she was dying and his life would end.”
This, especially the second sentence, it’s really heartbreaking. Everything is on the table here, his emotions, the scenario and the thoughts going through his head.
James, Henry. The Beast in the Jungle. London: Martin Secker, 1915. Print.