Great sorrows or great joys had this in common for Ethne Eustace, they both drew her homewards, since there endurance was more easy and gladness more complete.
She had, however, one living tie with Donegal at her side, for Dermod's old collie dog had become her inseparable companion.

To him she made her confidence, and if at times her voice broke in tears, why, the dog would not tell.

She came to understand much which Willoughby had omitted, and which Feversham had never told.

Those three years of concealment in the small and crowded city of Suakin, for instance, with the troops marching out to battle, and returning dust-strewn and bleeding and laurelled with victory.

Harry Feversham had to slink away at their approach, lest some old friend of his--Durrance, perhaps, or Willoughby, or Trench--should notice him and penetrate his disguise.