I should wish that the first one ever to touch my lips should be my mother. And I made that vow — having no doubt of keeping it — until I saw you again — — ”

“When?”

“When you came to me in Westchester before the storm.”

“Then!” I exclaimed, amazed.

“Is it not strange, Euan? I know not how it was with me or why, all suddenly, I seemed to know — seemed to catch a sudden glimmer of my destiny — a brief, confusing gleam. And only seemed to fear and hate you — yet, it was not hate or fear, either� . And when I came to you in the rain — there at the stable shed — and when you followed, and gave your ring — such hell and heaven as awakened in my heart you could not fathom —