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You cannot; no one can follow me; but I cannot bear the hurting blasts any more. I want the In-Place." Then it was over, and now she was back in her lonely rooms. She packed her few, dear possessions, and toward morning lay down upon her bed. At daylight she departed, after settling her affairs with the night clerk and leaving no directions that any one could follow.
There was little time for introspection or romancing and even the chance meeting with Jerry-Jo was relegated to the non-essentials. Of course he was in the city, but so were the Hornby boys and others from the In-Place. The whirlpool was a big and rushing thing, and if they who had once been neighbours caught a glimpse of each other from dizzy eddies, what did it matter?
Priscilla raised her tear-stained face and her lips quivered as she recalled that Farwell had said almost exactly the same words to her back there in the In-Place. She understood because she had been lonely and known the suffering of the lonely. She must never forget, never fail those who needed her! But Boswell was talking on again with a new note of feeling in his voice.
"To think" Travers was gaining control of himself; the shock, the readjustment, had been so sudden that sensation returned slowly "to think, dear blunderer, of your coming among us all, striking your blow, and then rushing to your In-Place! But love is mightier than thou; mightier than all else!" "Not mightier than honour such honour as Margaret knows!"
But it was not likely that either of the Traverses for a moment conceived of the reality of Priscilla leaving the In-Place, and in time even the memory of her became blurred to Dick by the eternal verities of his strenuous young life. Gradually his lameness disappeared until a slight hesitation at times was all that remained.
Of course it was only the ridiculous fashion of the world he once knew, but he could not free himself of the fancy that Priscilla was more her real self in the shabby trappings than she had ever been in the absurd costumes of the In-Place. With the acceptance of the fact that the girl really meant to get away and at once, a wave of dreariness swept over him.
The noise and flash of the big city bewildered and dazzled the girl from the In-Place and encrusted her with an unreality that spared her many a pang of loss, and also fear for the future. Boswell's apartment, high above the street and overlooking the Hudson River and Palisades, became a veritable sanctuary from which she dreaded to emerge and to which she clung in a passion of self-preservation.
The In-Place is safer for you. What is it that you must have?" Priscilla laughed a wild, dreary little sound it was, but it dashed hope from Farwell's mind. "I want my chance, a woman's chance, and I cannot have it here. I'm not going to hide under Mrs. McAdam's wing, or even yours, Master Farwell. I've left all the comfort with my poor mother that I can.
Priscilla slipped her arm from under the dark head, and took the wandering hands in hers. Her random words had power to hold and chain the weak mind. "I'm going to tell you where he is but we'll go back to the In-Place. I want to tell you there, and he'll come and find you. I'd like to do you both a good turn for what you've done for me."
Some day I am going back to the In-Place. I shall find you both sitting by Master Farwell's beautiful fire, I am sure. It will be the still morning time, I think, and you will be so glad to see me, and I shall tell you all about it!" "Heaven keep you!" Boswell's voice was solemn and deep. "Life will keep her safe," Farwell said with a laugh. "Life will take no liberties with her.
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