Oh heart! Woe to the woman who hasn't loved a rounder or a rambler, and had to let him go? Perhaps it was he who did me the favor--making me let him go, so I could have a life? L. M. Montgomery deserved every laurel she was ever offered. This story harkens to the pain of that generation, as each has its own particular flavor. I used to envy the men who could simply hop a ship and sail away from their own defects and the wreckage of their lives. She captures this so perfectly.