The woman herself is a mystery.

I do not know what lies behind her extraordinary immobility.
Feeling she must have, and courage, or she would never have dared to have ridded herself of the scourge of her life.

But beyond that my judgment tells me nothing.

I only know that sooner or later I shall seek her out.

I shall discover all that I want to know, one way or the other.
It may be for happiness--it may be the end of the things that count." "I guessed this," Wilmore admitted, with a little shiver which he was wholly unable to repress.
Francis nodded.
"Then keep it to yourself, my dear fellow," he begged, "like everything else I am telling you tonight.