The teeming Canadian life had become interwoven with her life; and when Anderson came to bid her a hurried farewell on the platform at Regina, she carried the passionate memory of his face with her, as the embodiment and symbol of all that she had seen and felt.
Then her thoughts turned to England, and the struggle before her.

She braced herself against the Old World as against an enemy.

But her spirit failed her when she remembered that in Anderson himself she was like to find her chiefest foe..