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“You’re just the same as when you went away,” he said. “They haven’t made a fine lady of you. Folks here thought you’d be something wonderful.”

Nora laughed. She was glad that they did not find her changed. Old Nathan chuckled in his dry way. There was a difference in the girl, and he saw it, though the neighbours did not, but it was not the difference he had feared. His daughter was not utterly taken from him yet.

Nora sat by her mother and was happy. But as the evening wore away she grew very quiet, and watched the door with something piteous in her eyes. Old Nathan noticed it and thought she was tired. He gave the curious neighbours a good-natured hint, and they presently withdrew. When they had all gone Nora went out to the door alone.

The wind had died down and the shore, gemmed with its twinkling lights, was very still, for it was too late an hour for Racicot folk to be abroad in the mackerel season. The moon was rising and the harbour was a tossing expanse of silver waves. The mellow light fell on a tall figure lurking at the angle of the road that led past the Shelley cottage. Nora saw and recognized it. She flew down the sandy slope with outstretched hands.

“Rob–Rob!”

“Nora!” he said huskily, holding out his hand. But she flung herself on his breast and clung to him, half laughing, half crying.

“Oh, Rob! I’ve been looking for you all the evening. Every time there was a step I said to myself, ‘That is Rob, now.’ And when the door opened to let in another, my heart died within me. I dared not even ask after you for fear of what they might tell me. Why didn’t you come?”

“I didn’t know that I’d be welcome,” he whispered, holding her closer to him. “I’ve been hanging about thinking to get a glimpse of you unbeknown. I thought maybe you wouldn’t want to see me tonight.”

“Not want to see you! Oh, Rob, this evening at Dalveigh, when I looked across to Racicot, it was you I thought of before all–even before Mother.”

She drew back and looked at him with her soul in her eyes.

“What a splendid fellow you are–how handsome you are, Rob!” she cried. All the reserve of womanhood fell away from her in the inrush of emotions. For the moment she was a child again, telling out her thoughts with all a child’s frankness. “I’ve been in a dream this past year–a lovely dream–a fair dream, but only a dream, after all. And now I’ve wakened. And you are part of the wakening–the best part! Oh, to think I never knew before!”

“Knew what, my girl?”

He had her close against his heart now; the breath of her lips mingled with his, but he would not kiss her yet.

“That I loved you,” she whispered back. “Oh, Rob, you are all the world to me. I belong to you and the sea. But I never knew it until I crossed the harbour tonight. Then I knew–it came to me all at once, like a flood of understanding. I knew I could never go away again–that I must stay here forever where I could hear that call of wind and waves. The new life was good–good–but it could not go deep enough. And when you did not come I knew what was in my heart for you as well.”

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That night Nora lay beside her sisters in the tiny room that looked out on the harbour. The younger girls slept soundly, but Nora kept awake to listen to the laughter of the wind outside, and con over what she and Rob had said to each other. There was no blot on her happiness save a sorry wonder what the Camerons would say when they knew.