Her delicate nose sniffed at them in disdain.
The sniff, however, was disappointingly unconvincing.

The voices of contemptible people could not sound in a woman's ears like the drowsy murmuring of waters.

The insane little devil that had visited her in Clem Sypher's garden whispered her to stay.
But had not Zora, in the magnificence of her strong womanhood, in the hunger of her great soul, to find somewhere in the world a Mission in Life, a fulness of existence which would accomplish her destiny?
Down with the insane little devil and all his potential works! Zora laughed and recovered her serenity.

Cousin Jane, who had had much to write concerning the elopement, was summoned, and Zora, with infinite baggage in the care of Turner, set sail for California.
The New World lay before her with its chances of real, quivering, human Life.

Nunsmere, where nothing ever happened, lay behind her.