In the year that had passed she had blossomed out to a gracious fulfilment of womanhood . Even the Camerons had wondered at her swift adaptation to her new surroundings . She seemed to have put Racicot behind her as one puts by an old garment . In everything she had held her own royally . Her adopted parents were proud of her beauty and her nameless , untamed charm . They had lavished every indulgence upon her . In those few short months she had lived more keenly and fully than in all her life before . The Nora Shelley who went away was not , so it would seem , the Nora Shelley who came back . But when she looked from her window to the waves and saw the star of the lighthouse and the blaze of the sunset in the window of the fishing-houses and heard the summons of the wind , something broke loose in her soul and overwhelmed her , like a wave of the sea . She must go at once -- at once -- at once . Not a moment could she wait . She was dressed for dinner , but with tingling fingers she threw off her costly gown and put on her dark travelling suit again . She left her hair as it was and knotted a crimson scarf about her head . She would slip away quietly to the boathouse , get Davy to launch the little sailboat for her -- and then for a fleet skim over the harbour before that glorious wind ! She hoped not to be seen , but Mrs. Cameron met her in the hall . `` Nora ! '' she said in astonishment . `` Oh , I must go , Aunty ! I must go ! '' the girl cried feverishly .
She was afraid Mrs. Cameron would try to prevent her going , and all XXXXX once she knew that she could not bear that .
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