Yet they could have been sewn more quickly; for at times the needle stopped and she did not know it.
Once a bedridden old woman, with whom she had been sitting up, lay watching her instead of sleeping, and finally said: "What makes you sit staring at a cauld fire, and speaking to yourself ?" And there was a strange day when she had been too long in the Den.

When she started for home she went in the direction of Double Dykes, her old home, instead.
She could bear everything except doubt.

She had told him so, when he wondered at her calmness; she often said it to herself.

She could tread any path, however drearily it stretched before her, so long as she knew whither it led, but there could be no more doubt.

Oh, he must never again disturb her mind with hope! How clearly she showed him that, and yet they had perhaps no more than parted when it seemed impossible to bear for the next hour the desolation she was sentenced to for life.