"You are not happy in your life," she added, with a slow, sad movement of her head.
"No--I am not happy.

But I will be." "I fear not," said Sister Paul, almost under her breath, as she went out softly.
Unorna was left alone.

She could not sit still in her extreme anxiety.
It was agonising to think that the woman she longed to see was so near her, but that she could not, upon any reasonable pretext, go and knock at her door and see her and speak to her.

She felt also a terrible doubt as to whether she would recognise her, at first sight, as the same woman whose shadow had passed between herself and the Wanderer on that eventful day a month ago.

The shadow had been veiled, but she had a prescient consciousness of the features beneath the veil.