Have you walked here?
You sha'n't go back on foot; I'll take care of that!" Anne roused herself at those words.

She spoke for the first time.

The tone was lower than was natural to her; sadder than was natural to her--but the charm of her voice, the native gentleness and beauty of it, seemed to have survived the wreck of all besides.
"I don't go back, Blanche.

I have left the inn." "Left the inn?
With your husband ?" She answered the first question--not the second.
"I can't go back," she said.

"The inn is no place for me.