Do we really part to meet again?

His memory was ever-present, torturing him with the past. 

And it maddened him to think of the sufferings he had brought on himself for the love of this woman. His thoughts become merged in the one thought of how he could find means to drag her down from her position and strip her of all those things, which she prized more than love or honour or even the lives of her victims. 

And he succeeded, for spirits have more powers than we dream of. 

And now she was always thinking of him, and she began to shudder with fear lest he should rise from his grave and haunt her. 

And her mind felt this haunting presence even while her bodily eyes could see nothing.

One evening, in the dim grey of twilight, she saw him with his wild menacing eyes, his fierce, passionate hate expressing itself in every line of his face―in every gesture of his form. The shock was too much for her overwrought nerves and she fell dead on the floor.

And Benedetto knew that he had killed her―the brand of Cain was stamped on his brow.

A horror seizes him―He loathed the deed he had done. He fled from the earth plane―down and down to this city of Hell―a fit dwelling-place for him. Spirit Benedetto was found here and the now repentant man was helped and shown how he might best undo the wrong he had done. And so, he was awaiting her now, so that he might ask her to forgive him and that he might forgive her himself.

And will she meet him soon? Will she too leave here with him? They will part here never to meet again.