Nora laughed . She was glad that they did not find her changed . Old Nathan chuckled in his dry way . There was a difference in the girl , and he saw it , though the neighbours did not , but it was not the difference he had feared . His daughter was not utterly taken from him yet . Nora sat by her mother and was happy . But as the evening wore away she grew very quiet , and watched the door with something piteous in her eyes . Old Nathan noticed it and thought she was tired . He gave the curious neighbours a good-natured hint , and they presently withdrew . When they had all gone Nora went out to the door alone . The wind had died down and the shore , gemmed with its twinkling lights , was very still , for it was too late an hour for Racicot folk to be abroad in the mackerel season . The moon was rising and the harbour was a tossing expanse of silver waves . The mellow light fell on a tall figure lurking at the angle of the road that led past the Shelley cottage . Nora saw and recognized it . She flew down the sandy slope with outstretched hands . `` Rob -- Rob ! '' `` Nora ! '' he said huskily , holding out his hand . But she flung herself on his breast and clung to him , half laughing , half crying . `` Oh , Rob !
I 've been looking for you all the XXXXX .
Nathan Nora Racicot Rob evening folk half harbour moon slope