Not from the Fynes.

But where to go?
Oh yes, this dock--a placid sheet of water close at hand.

But there was that old man with whom she had walked hand in hand on the parade by the sea.

She seemed to see him coming to meet her, pitiful, a little greyer, with an appealing look and an extended, tremulous arm.

It was for her now to take the hand of that wronged man more helpless than a child.