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Nora asked her brother to tell the news to Rob Fletcher himself, but Merran Andrews was before him. She was at Rob before he had fairly landed, when the fishing boats came in at sunset.

“Have you heard the news, Rob? Nora’s going away to be a fine lady. The Camerons have been daft about her all summer, and now they are going to adopt her.”

Merran wanted Rob herself. He was a big, handsome fellow, and well-off–the pick of the harbour men in every way. He had slighted her for Nora, and it pleased her to stab him now, though she meant to be nice to him later on.

He turned white under his tan, but he did not choose to make a book of his heart for Merran’s bold black eyes to read. “It’s a great thing for her,” he answered calmly. “She was meant for better things than can be found at Racicot.”

“She was always too good for common folks, if that is what you mean,” said Merran spitefully.

Nora and Rob did not meet until the next evening, when she rowed herself home from Dalveigh. He was at the shore to tie up her boat and help her out. They walked up the sands together in the heart of the autumn sunset, with the northwest wind whistling in their ears and the great star of the lighthouse gleaming wanly out against the golden sky. Nora felt uncomfortable, and resented it. Rob Fletcher was nothing to her; he never had been anything but the good friend to whom she told her strange thoughts and longings. Why should her heart ache over him? She wished he would talk, but he strode along in silence, with his fine head drooping a little.

“I suppose you have heard that I am going away, Rob?” she said at last.

He nodded. “Yes, I’ve heard it from a hundred mouths, more or less,” he answered, not looking at her.

“It’s a splendid thing for me, isn’t it?” dared Nora.

“Well, I don’t know,” he said slowly. “Looking at it from the outside, it seems so. But from the inside it mayn’t look the same. Do you think you’ll be able to cut twenty years of a life out of your heart without any pain?”

“Oh, I’ll be homesick, if that is what you mean,” said Nora petulantly. “Of course I’ll be that at first. I expect it–but people get over that. And it is not as if I were going away for good. I’ll be back next summer–every summer.”

“It’ll be different,” said Rob stubbornly, thinking as old Nathan Shelley had thought. “You’ll be a fine lady–oh, all the better for that perhaps–but you’ll not be the same. No, no, the new life will change you; not all at once, maybe, but in the end. You’ll be one of them, not one of us. But will you be happy? That’s the question I’m asking.”

In anyone else Nora would have resented this. But she never felt angry with Rob.

“I think I shall be,” she said thoughtfully. “And, anyway, I must go. It doesn’t seem as if I could help myself if I wanted to. Something–out beyond there–is calling me, always has been calling me ever since I was a tiny girl and found out there was a big world far away from Racicot. And it always seemed to me that I would find a way to it some day. That was why I kept going to school long after the other girls stopped. Mother thought I’d better stop home; she said too much book learning would make me discontented and too different from the people I had to live along. But Father let me go; he understood; he said I was like him when he was young. I learned everything and read everything I could. It seems to me as if I had been walking along a narrow pathway all my life. And now it seems as if a gate were opened before me and I can pass through into a wider world. It isn’t the luxury and the pleasure or the fine house and dresses that tempt me, though the people here think so–even Mother thinks so. But it is not. It’s just that something seems to be in my grasp that I’ve always longed for, and I must go–Rob, I must go.”