There 's no other , and never has been any other -- none but you , Nora , and well you know it . '' `` I 'm sorry , '' she said faintly . `` You need n't be , '' said Rob grimly . `` After all , I 'd rather love you than not , hurt as it will . I never had much hope of getting you to listen to me , so there 's no great disappointment there . You 're too good for me -- I 've always known that . A girl that is fit to mate with the Camerons is far above Rob Fletcher , fisherman . '' `` I never had such a thought , '' protested Nora . `` I know it , '' he said , casing himself up in his quietness again . `` But it 's so -- and now I 've got to lose you . But there 'll never be any other for me , Nora . '' He left her at her father 's door . She watched his stalwart figure out of sight around the point , and raged to find tears in her eyes and a bitter yearning in her heart . For a moment she repented -- she would stay -- she could not go . Then over the harbour flashed out the lights of Dalveigh . The life behind them glittered , allured , beckoned . Nay , she must go on -- she had made her choice . There was no turning back now . * * * * * Nora Shelley went away with the Camerons , and Dalveigh was deserted . Winter came down on Racicot Harbour , and the colony of fisher folk at its head gave themselves over to the idleness of the season -- a time for lounging and gossipping and long hours of lazy contentment smoking in the neighbours ' chimney corners , when tales were told of the sea and the fishing .
The XXXXX laid itself out to be sociable in winter .
Camerons Dalveigh Fletcher Harbour Nora Rob Shelley hours left smoking