Devil as she is, I want to do her justice." "Did she wear a wedding-ring ?" "No, but she used my name as her own: I saw it on the paper door-plate.
She said she would wait awhile longer, but if at the end of six months I didn't do my duty, she'd see the thing through here among my own people." "Six months--it's overdue now!" She said in agitation.
He nodded helplessly.

"I'm in hell as things are.

There's only this to be said: She's done naught yet, and she mayn't do aught!" They were roused by the click of the gate.

"That's your father--that's John Grier," she said.
They heard the front door open and shut, a footstep in the hall, then the door opened and John Grier came into the room.
Preoccupation, abstraction, filled his face, as he came forward.

It was as though he was looking at something distant that both troubled and pleased him.