She wept in rivers as a child does, and as painlessly.
"Don't ask me to stay, Miss Bawn," she said brokenly.

"I want to put the ocean between me and him.

I've done my best to pull him up out of my heart, and I've prayed my best, but I go on caring for him still.

I'd better be away, Miss Bawn." "Very well, Nora," I said, in a miserable perplexity.

If she cared for Richard Dawson so much it was she who ought to marry him, peasant girl as she was.