His first impression was that Marette must have lived in it for a long time.

It was a woman's room, without the newness of sudden and unpremeditated occupancy.

He knew that formerly it had been Kedsty's room, but nothing of Kedsty remained in it now.

And then, as his wondering eyes beheld the miracle, a number of things struck him with amazing significance.

He no longer doubted that Marette Radisson was of the far Northland.