There were reasons why I welcomed it.

It would take me abroad!" "Abroad!" she cried.
"Yes, I welcomed that.

To be near you and not to see you--to be near you and know that others were talking with you, any one, every one except me--to be near you and know that you were unhappy and in trouble, and that I could not even tell you how deeply I was sorry--I dreaded that, Sylvia.

And yet I dreaded one thing more.

Here, in England, at each turn of the street, I should think to come upon you suddenly.