It is such a strange thing that we should meet again in this way; perhaps it is something more than chance." Waymark smiled.
"You think I am superstitious ?" she asked quickly.

"I often feel so.

I have all sorts of hopes and faiths that you would laugh at." Ida's thoughts were busy that night with the past and the future.

The first mention of Harriet's name had given her a shock; it brought back with vividness the saddest moments of her life; it awoke a bitter resentment which mere memory had no longer kept the power to revive.
That was only for a moment, however.

The more she accustomed herself to the thought, the easier it seemed to be to bury the past in forgiveness.