Even then she thought little of it; the old woman often lingered on the homeward way when the chance of her being needed was remote.

Two or three hours passed before the suspicion rose that anything might have happened to Joanna, and even then she might not have been remembered had not Duncan McClean asked for her.
"I have changed my mind," he said, calling Rosemary into the long, low living-room.

It was darkened to exclude the hot wind and the glare, and he looked like a ghost as he rose to meet her.

"I have decided that my duty is to get away from this place for your sake and for the sake of the cause I have at heart.

We are doing no good here.