I tell you his tone made my heart bleed. She didn't answer, but looked out into the fog in that absorbed, happy way of hers. "Moira," he said again, "Moira!" He couldn't get her; he couldn't reach her, any more than if she'd stepped into another world. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to him. "Moira!" he said; his voice was husky with fear. "What do you find out there?" She turned to him as in a dream. She looked at him and she looked like some spirit when she spoke. "I find the one I love!" she said. "What do you mean?" he said. "What do you mean?" "The one I love," she said again. "Do you mean there's someone you love better than you do me?" She nodded, with that flooding look of wonder on her face. "I didn't know," she said next. "I didn't know--not--until now--all about it." "All about it?" he cried. "Yes, the meaning of what I felt--that it's someone as real as you, as real as me--that I love someone out there--someone I can't see." "Moira!" His voice sent shivers down my back. "You're crazy--you're mad--you mean--you mean--you love someone you've never met--someone you _can't see_?" She nodded. "I've loved him always," she said. "All my life I've known him for ever and ever--I know him more than anything in the world--from the time I could think he has lived in my heart--I didn't know him until now--I only suffered when he wasn't there, and went wandering and searching for him--and you've kept me from him--for I didn't know--" "Moira," he called to her in his pain, "don't think these things--don't feel these things--" But she only looked at him kindly and as if she were a long way off. "I love him," she said, "better than life." He stared at her then, and I saw what was in his mind. He thought she was crazy--stark, staring crazy. Next he said, "Good night, Moira--my darling, Moira." And he stumbled out into the fog like a man that's been struck blind. But I knew she wasn't crazy. Maybe 't was living with Mis' MacFarland made me believe things like that. Maybe 't was Moira herself. But I didn't feel she was any more crazy than I do when I've heard folks recite, "I know that my Redeemer liveth." But this isn't the end--this isn't the strangest part! Listen to what happened next. There was a storm after the fog and strange vessels came into the port--and Moira came to Mis' MacFarland and her eyes were starry and says she: "I'm going to get 'em to put me aboard that vessel," and she points to a bark which is a rare thing to see nowadays in these waters. "He's out there," says she. I didn't doubt her--I didn't doubt her any more than if she'd said the sun was shining when my own eyes were blinded by the light of it. "Go, then," says Mis' MacFarland. I tell you Moira was dragged out of that house as by a magnet. The sky had cleared and lay far off and cold, and the wrack of the broken clouds was burning itself up in the west when I saw a dory cast off from the vessel.