I felt a shock of disappointment, then fear, then anger.

What right had he to dog me so?
He looked at me without surprise, but as if his heart was full of bitterness and sorrow.
He approached, and turned as if to walk with me.
"I want to be alone," I said angrily, moving away from him.
"No, Pauline," he answered with a sigh, as he turned from me, "you do not want to be alone." Full of shame and anger, and jarred with the shock and fear, I went on more slowly.

The wood was so silent--the river through the trees lay so still and leaden.

If it had not been for the fire burning in my heart, I could have thought the world was dead.
There was not a sound but my own steps; should I soon meet him, would he be sitting in his old seat by the boat-house door, or would he be wandering along the dead, still river-bank?
What should I say to him?
O! he would speak.

If he saw me he would have to speak.
I soon forgot that I had met Richard, that I had been angry; and again I had but this one thought.
The pine cones were slippery under my feet.