When I got out by the stone-wall next the wood I heard you; then I ran right back.

Don't you--suppose he'll ever come again, Charlotte ?" "No," said Charlotte.
"Oh, Charlotte!" There was a curious quality in the girl's voice, as if some great hidden emotion in her heart tried to leap to the surface and make a sound, although it was totally at variance with the import of her cry.

Charlotte started, without knowing why.

It was as if Rose's words and her tone had different meanings, and conflicted like the wrong lines with a tune.
"I gave it up last night," said Charlotte.

"It's all over.