"He has been sent away to work.

He'll have outgrown that wildness.

He'll come home a man." "Bah!" cried Moore, harshly.
Columbine felt a sinking within her.

Where was her strength?
She, who could walk and ride so many miles, to become sick with an inward quaking! It was childish.

She struggled to hide her weakness from him.
"It's not like you to be this way," she said.