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Updated: June 10, 2025
Before the little mirror in her own bedchamber, on that first victorious day, she posed and confided to her appreciative reflection. "So this is Priscilla Glenn of the In-Place?" she whispered. "I simply can't believe it! No one else would believe it either; and you are not the same. You never will be again what you once were."
But with characteristic quickness of thought and action she put her doubt to the test. Running across the space between her and that slow-stepping figure she panted huskily: "Master Farwell! Master Farwell!" He turned and fixed his deep, haunting eyes upon her. "It's Priscilla Glenn!" he whispered, as if to reassure himself; "little Priscilla of the In-Place."
I would like to see how far I've travelled from the In-Place in why it's years and years! All the way from boyhood to manhood." But Ledyard changed the current of his desire. The older man was sitting in his library when Travers entered, and Helen Travers was in the deep window opening to the little garden space behind the house.
I shall soon be able to repay the loan with interest." And then they talked a bit of Master Farwell and the In-Place, always skirting the depths gracefully, for Boswell never permitted certain subjects to escape his control. It was the half-playful, but wholly kind dignity that had won for him Priscilla's faith and dependence.
After Priscilla's own plans were gone over and over again, Boswell said quietly: "I'm going back to that blessed In-Place of yours, Butterfly. You remember how I told you, the first day I met you, that I could not understand any one choosing the dangerous Garden when he might have the Place Beyond the Winds?" Priscilla leaned forward, her breath coming sharply.
Once Lonely Farm was closed to the girl, other houses in the serenely moral In-Place would inevitably slam their doors. The cunning of the half-breed was diabolic in its sureness. Anton Farwell could not assume responsibility for Priscilla if all Kenmore turned its back on her, and in that hour the girl would, of course, come running or crawling never dancing to him, Jerry-Jo!
With the acceptance of this, a strange thing happened. Curiosity, even interest, departed. For no reason that she could have classified, Priscilla Glenn fiercely desired to keep Farwell! If she knew what he seemed bent upon telling, he might take away her faith her only support. She would keep and hold to what she believed him, what he had been since he came to the In-Place.
"While I thought him dead I sank back into my shell, sank lower than I had ever been before. I wanted to die; wanted it so truly that I planned it; grew interested in arranging my affairs. Preparing to die became my excitement, and when everything was ready, Farwell spoke to me from his grave! That letter from your In-Place worked a miracle upon me.
The whispered words brought comfort; even his memory was a stronghold. It always would be, even when she was far away in her In-Place, never to see him again. How thankful she was that he did not know, really. He could not follow; she would not be able to hurt him after to-morrow. Her changed name had saved her!
"Damn them!" thought Farwell; "they have taken it out of her. I knew they would; but they have not conquered her!" Boswell thoughtfully considered her when her eyes were turned from him. "She learned," he thought; "suffered and learned; but when she gets her breath she will go back. The In-Place cannot hold her." Then they told her of the Kenmore folk.
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