There was just a dreadful dull ache in everything . Sara sat down on the rocker in front of the window and the sunset light came in behind her and made a sort of nimbus round her head , like a motherly saint 's in a cathedral . `` Beatrice , '' she said gently , `` I want to know what the trouble is . You ca n't hide it from me that something is wrong . I 've noticed it for some time . You do n't eat anything and you cry all night -- oh , yes , I know you do . What is it , dear ? '' `` Oh , Sara ! '' I just gave a little cry , slipped from the bed to the floor , laid my head in her lap , and told her everything . It was such a relief , and such a relief to feel those good motherly arms around me and to realize that here was a love that would never fail me no matter what I did or how foolish I was . Sara heard me out and then she said , without a word of reproach or contempt , `` It will all come out right yet , dear . Write to Walter and tell him you are sorry . '' `` Sara , I never could ! He does n't love me any longer -- he said he hoped he 'd never see me again . '' `` Did n't you say the same to him , child ? He meant it as little as you did . Do n't let your foolish pride keep you miserable . '' `` If Walter wo n't come back to me without my asking him he 'll never come , Sara , '' I said stubbornly . Sara did n't scold or coax any more . She patted my head and kissed me and made me bathe my face and go to bed .
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