Is it altogether fantastic to believe that the good-will of my first friend would help to bring me prosperity ?" The white-haired lady's eyes grew momentarily soft, and, with a gravity that did not seem out of place, she moved forward and laid her hand on a big horse's neck, and smiled when the dumb beast responded to her gentle touch.
"It is a good work," she said.

"Lance, there is more than dollars, or the bread that somebody is needing, behind what you are doing, and because I loved your mother I know how her approval would have followed you.

And now sow in hope, and God speed your plow!" She turned away almost abruptly, and Winston stood still with one hand closed tightly and a little deeper tint in the bronze of his face, sensible at once of an unchanged resolution and a horrible degradation.
Then he saw that the Colonel had helped Miss Barrington into the saddle and her niece was speaking.
"I have something to ask Mr.Courthorne and will overtake you," she said.
The others rode on, and the girl turned to Winston.

"I made you a promise and did my best to keep it, but I find it harder than I fancied it would be," she said.

"I want you to release me." "I should like to hear your reasons," said Winston.
The girl made a faint gesture of impatience.