She always found the river strong and restful.

So it was not only bad women that needed to be afraid of themselves--even to the most high-class young woman, with letters after her name, and altruistic interests: even to her, also, the longing for the lover's clasp.

Flossie had been right.

Mother Nature was not to be flouted of her children--not even of her new daughters; to them, likewise, the family trait.
She would have run away if she could, leaving him to guess at her real reason--if he were smart enough.

But that would have meant excuses and explanations all round.