Their clashes were the cause of her desire to come West.

We had been good friends, but not intimates; and I marvel at myself now at having gone so rashly into a thing like this, without inquiring whether our habits, tastes, desires, natures, everything, fitted us for prolonged companionship.

Yes, I marvel." She sat motionless, staring at the lamp fixedly.

"However, I'm in it now up to my neck.

Ruth declares that she will never return to her aunt." "And she can't earn a living." "Nor would if she could, I fear," Imogene added, a little sadly.