I danced more gaily than the rest, for my heart was unusually sore.

Grace Tyrrell had told me that day that she purposed leaving the Hall next week, and had pressed me to go with her to London.

I thought I had better go, yet I had refused her.

I knew I must leave Hillsbro', yet I shrank from the great effort of tearing myself away.

Here I had been loved and happy; the trees and the moors knew it; even the strange faces of the country people passing on the roads had seemed to be in my secret, and had played their simple part in my dream.