A girl that is fit to mate with the Camerons is far above Rob Fletcher , fisherman . '' `` I never had such a thought , '' protested Nora . `` I know it , '' he said , casing himself up in his quietness again . `` But it 's so -- and now I 've got to lose you . But there 'll never be any other for me , Nora . '' He left her at her father 's door . She watched his stalwart figure out of sight around the point , and raged to find tears in her eyes and a bitter yearning in her heart . For a moment she repented -- she would stay -- she could not go . Then over the harbour flashed out the lights of Dalveigh . The life behind them glittered , allured , beckoned . Nay , she must go on -- she had made her choice . There was no turning back now . * * * * * Nora Shelley went away with the Camerons , and Dalveigh was deserted . Winter came down on Racicot Harbour , and the colony of fisher folk at its head gave themselves over to the idleness of the season -- a time for lounging and gossipping and long hours of lazy contentment smoking in the neighbours ' chimney corners , when tales were told of the sea and the fishing . The Harbour laid itself out to be sociable in winter . There was no time for that in summer . People had to work eighteen hours out of the twenty-four then . In the winter there was spare time to laugh and quarrel , woo and wed and -- were a man so minded -- dream , as did Rob Fletcher in his loneliness . In a Racicot winter much was made of small things . The arrival of Nora Shelley 's weekly letter to her father and mother was an event in the village .
The post-mistress XXXXX the Cove store spread the news that it had come , and that night the Shelley kitchen would be crowded .
For as at behind in of on over to with