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Updated: June 10, 2025
"It never roars like that in the In-Place," whispered Priscilla, awed by the sound and fury that were rapidly gaining power. "The In-Place?" Boswell sighed. "What a blessed name! To think of any one fluttering about in the dangerous Garden when he or she might remain in the In-Place!" There was a tap on the door, and in reply to Boswell's "Come!" Goodale entered. "Shall I serve supper now, sir?"
Presently she controlled herself, and took to the path again, and reached John Boswell's house before he had left his window. She did not tell of the encounter; she felt she must wait, but in her heart she knew that Jerry-Jo McAlpin was as surely on her trail as she was herself. Such things as that meeting did not happen to them of the In-Place unless for a purpose.
He revelled in her frankness and her confidence; he learned from her more of Farwell than he could have learned in any other way, and his faithful heart throbbed in pity, pride, and affection for the lonely master of the In-Place, who, little heeding his own progress, had triumphed over his old and lesser self at last.
"I must go to her!" he cried resolutely. "I owe her much, much!" The pines and the hemlocks stood out sharply against a pink, throbbing sky in which the stars still shone faintly but brilliantly. It was five o'clock of a dim morning, and no one was astir in the In-Place as the little steamer indolently turned from the Big Bay into the Channel and headed for the wharf.
The head upon the strong, young arm moved restlessly. "Yes I know and I'm going to tell you! It's the biggest joke I ever knew. Just to think that you don't know, and he doesn't know, and and I do!" A rattling, husky laugh shook the thin form dangerously. Every instinct of the nurse rose in alarm and defence. "You must not talk any more, Jerry-Jo. Lie still. Come, let us think of the In-Place."
"And Dick," Helen raised her eyes, "Doctor Ledyard and I were talking of a trip abroad this summer for ourselves. Will you come? We want the off-the-track places. Little by-products, you know. I'm hungry for well, for detachment; but with those I love." "Just the thing, little mother, just the thing!" The In-Place faded from sight.
"I shall, indeed, miss you! You can never understand what you have meant to me, Priscilla. I cannot make you understand; I shall not try; but in helping you I have perhaps helped myself. I cannot walk out of the In-Place beside you, as I would like to do not now. Maybe a long time hence, some day, I may follow!"
And if she heard now that he was alive, had only seemed dead for her safety and his own, would she come to him and share the dun-coloured life of the In-Place? She was alive; she was faithful. Boswell was making her comfortable with Farwell's money. She was accepting less and less because she was winning her way to independence in an honourable line.
Surely they would forgive everything if they knew just how things had turned out for her! She almost wished she had decided to go back to the In-Place before she started on her trip abroad. She could have made them understand about her and poor Jerry-Jo. Was old Jerry waiting and waiting? Something clutched Priscilla sharply.
John Boswell had transferred the comfort, without the needless luxury, from the town home to the In-Place books, pictures, rugs, the winged chair and an equally easy one across the hearth. And, yes, there was her own small rocker close by, as if, in their detachment, they still remembered her and missed her and were ready for her coming!
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