When it was too late, however, I found that this motive was wrong and perhaps without warrant.
We rode home in silence.

Miss Sampson, contrary to her usual custom of riding to the corrals or the porch, dismounted at a path leading in among the trees and flowers.

"I want to rest, to think before I go in," she said.
Sally accompanied me to the corrals.

As our horses stopped at the gate I turned to find confirmation of my fears in Sally's wet eyes.
"Russ," she said, "it's worse than we thought." "Worse?
I should say so," I replied.
"It'll about kill her.

She never cared that way for any man.