CHAPTER XXVIII
WITH MARY AT MORWEN"It's terrible, Maurice! If only I could have a line, even a wire, from her, or her father, just to say she was alive, I wouldn't mind so much."
"She may have written and the letter got lost in transit," I suggested.
"Then why didn't she write again, or wire?" persisted Mary. "And there are her clothes; why, she hadn't even a second gown with her. I believe she's dead, Maurice; I do indeed!"
She began to cry softly, poor, dear little woman, and I did not know what to say to comfort her. I dare not give her the slightest hint as to what had befallen Anne, or of my own agony of mind concerning her; for that would only have added to her distress. And I knew now why it was imperative that she should be spared any extra worry, and, if possible, be reassured
