He will think I have failed him and he will go away hot with anger against me.
If I could only send a word of explanation I know he would not leave me.
But there seems to be no way at all--though I have heard that there's always a way when there's a will.

Oh, I shall go mad! If the window were not so high I would jump out of it.

But to break my legs or my neck would not mend the matter.' "The afternoon passed on.

At sunset Ursula heard hoof-beats and ran to the window.

Andrew Kinnear of The Springs was tying his horse at the door.