I wanted to get out of the world where such a thing could happen--shake its accursed dust from my feet for ever.

Then I knew I had to go." "There are--plenty--without you." "That isn't the point, Rilla-my-Rilla.

I'm going for my own sake--to save my soul alive.

It will shrink to something small and mean and lifeless if I don't go.

That would be worse than blindness or mutilation or any of the things I've feared." "You may--be--killed," Rilla hated herself for saying it--she knew it was a weak and cowardly thing to say--but she had rather gone to pieces after the tension of the evening.
"'Comes he slow or comes he fast It is but death who comes at last.'" quoted Walter.