I thought it was because everything had been made clear between you and me, and that it was our friendship which made life seem so beautiful and full once more.

And it WAS, in part--but not all--oh, not nearly all.

I know now why everything was so different.

And now it's all over--and he has gone.

How can I live, Anne?
When I turned back into the house this morning after he had gone the solitude struck me like a blow in the face." "It won't seem so hard by and by, dear," said Anne, who always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting.