She was sure that she had done the right thing in thus striking out for herself, and she was equally sure that, whatever it might entail, she would not regret it in the end.
The lights were growing nearer.

She discerned the brick building of the station.

Over the wide stretch of land that yet intervened there came to her the smell of smoke and human habitation.

A warm thrill went through her.

In two minutes now--in less--the long five years' separation would be over, and she would be clasping Guy's hand again.
She leaned from the window, scanning the few outstanding houses of the town as the train ran past.