Nan

Confronting Kennedy, Nan Richardson is said to have angrily announced: “You killed my sister.”

Mrs. Sherwood told me yesterday that she hoped to have Nan Gerard back here for good, and Mary looked as if it were all settled.

Mr. Towne did not do much last winter, Mary said, beside run around with Naughty Nan.

I comforted Nan by saying that he had done the same thing before and would again.

Far away from here—Loch Nan and the vacant moors—my memory wandered.

He was here; dying here, beside the black wave of lone Loch Nan.