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Updated: May 16, 2025
Before she went, she looked long and anxiously in the glass. As she looked out of the carriage window on her train journey to Dippenham, the gloom inspired by the darkening shadows of the day, the dreariness of the bleak landscape, chilled her to the heart.
Then a procession of the events in her life, which were for ever seared into her memory, passed before her mind's eye the terror that possessed her when she learned that she was to be a mother; her interview with Perigal at Dippenham; her first night in London, when she had awakened in the room in the Euston Road; Mrs Gowler's; her days of starvation in Halverton Street; the death and burial, not only of her boy, but of her love for and faith in Perigal all were remembered.
Won't they take my word?" she asked. "I don't want to be parted from my child while I go to the factory." Mr Hutton buttoned his coat. Mavis made an impassioned appeal to the man in possession and his friend. She might as well have talked to the stone walls which lined the Dippenham Road for any impression she produced.
"Very well, then: I love you; I will." "Mavis!" he cried. "More, I'll prove it. You asked me to stay here with you. I refused. I love you I trust you. Do with me as you will." "Mavis!" "I distrusted you. I did wrong, I atone." The Sunday week after Mavis' meeting with Perigal at Dippenham, she left the train at Paddington a few minutes after six in the evening.
Her mind was so intent on the fact of her increasing nearness to the loved one, that she gave but a passing remembrance to the occasion of her last visit to Dippenham, when she had met Perigal after letting him know that she was about to become a mother. Her eyes strained eagerly from the window of the fly in the direction of Melkbridge.
In reply, she received a telegram, curtly telling her to be outside Dippenham station on Saturday afternoon at four. This was on a Wednesday. Mavis's anxiety to hear from Perigal was such that her troubled blood set up a raging abscess in the root of a tooth that was scarcely sound.
After many false scents, she discovered, that for Perigal to catch the train at Bristol for South Wales, he must leave Melkbridge for Dippenham by the 8.15. Always a creature of impulse, she scrambled into her clothes, swallowed a mouthful of tea, pinned on her hat, caught up her gloves, and, almost before she knew what she was doing, was walking quickly towards the station.
"Thank you, but I am quite, quite safe," replied Mavis hotly. "And do you know why?" Mrs Taylor shook her auburn head. "I'll tell you. It's because he loves me more than anything else in the world. And, therefore, I'm safe," she declared proudly. On the following Sunday fortnight, Mavis left the train at Dippenham quite late in the evening.
She believed that her presence there would in some way or other make straight the tangle into which she had got her life. The fly had left Dippenham well behind, and was ambling up and down the inclines of the road. Mavis looked out at the stone walls which, in these parts, take the place of hedgerows: she recognised with delight this reminder that she was again in Wiltshire.
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