THE LONG VOYAGE She never remembered afterwards how she accomplished the homeward journey.

The rough stones cut her feet again and again, but she never felt the pain.

She went as one who has an urgent mission to perform, though what that mission was she scarcely knew.
The night--that night of dreadful tragedy--had changed her.

Columbine, the passionate, the impulsive had turned into a being that was foreign to herself.

All the happy girlhood had been stamped out of her as by the cruel pressure of a hot iron.