"It is my only happiness to remember.

I am going away to be knocked about, dear.

Wild, rough work, but with a man's chances!" For a moment she let another thought find harbour in her mind.

Was the past irretrievable, the future predetermined?
A woman's word had an old right to be broken.

If she went to him, would not he welcome her gladly, and the future might yet be a heritage for both?
The thought endured but a moment, for she saw how little simple was the crux of her destiny.