Very oddly her thoughts turned to that day in September when Jeff had knelt before her and drawn off her muddy boots before the great open fire.

A great sigh welled up within her and her eyes filled with quick tears.

If only he would have consented to be her friend.

She was so lonely--so lonely! There came the sound of wheels along the road, and she turned away.
Evidently someone else was coming for the train.

A little tremor of impatience went through her.