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Prissie was a little before rather than behind her time, and there was no one in the room to greet her when she entered. She felt so overmastered by shyness, however, that this was almost a relief, and she sank down into one of the many comfortable chairs with a feeling of thankfulness and looked around her. The next moment a servant entered with a lamp, covered with a gold silk shade.
She had not the least idea why she was going to Kingsdene. Her wish was to walk, and walk, and walk until sheer fatigue, caused by long-continued motion, brought to her temporary ease and forgetfulness. Prissie was a very strong girl, and she knew she must walk for a long time; her feet must traverse many miles before she effected her object. Just as she was passing St.
But have you much faith? Do you keep to what you believe?" "This is a most extraordinary girl!" murmured Hammond. Then he said aloud, "I fail to understand you." They had now nearly reached the Marshalls' door. The other two were waiting for them. "It's this," said Prissie, clasping her hands hard and speaking in her most emphatic and distressful way.
The little sisters were in bed and asleep and Aunt Raby lay on the sofa. Prissie was accustomed to her face now, so she did not turn it away from the light. The white lips, the chalky gray tint under the eyes, the deep furrows round the sunken temples were all familiar to the younger "Miss Peel." She had fitted once more into the old sordid life.
They were both stepping back to join Maggie and Prissie, when a tall, dark young man came hastily forward, bowed to Rosalind Merton, and, coming up to Maggie Oliphant, shook hands with her. "I saw you in chapel," he said. "Are you coming to the Marshall's to tea?" "I am. Let me introduce to you my friend, Miss Peel. Miss Peel, this is Mr. Hammond."
"A dark woman!" scoffed Dulcie, spilling the ink in her scorn as she filled her fountain pen. "Any gypsy would have told me a fortune like that. I'll let you know when she comes along, Prissie!" "All serene! Bring her to school if you like!" laughed Prissie. "You didn't let me finish, or I might have gone on to something nicer. There were other things on the cards as well as those."
"I don't know, my dear. It seems to me that if they aren't they ought to be. I can understand girls doing hard things if they must. I can understand any one doing anything that has to be done, but as to not being nervous well there! Sit down, Prissie, child, and take your tea." Priscilla was tall and slight. Her figure was younger than her years, which were nearly nineteen, but her face was older.
"Not, of course, that it always follows," said Prissie. "On Easter holidays a bird used to come and tap constantly at our drawing-room window at home. It was always doing it. Of course that means 'a death in the family, but we all kept absolutely hearty and well. Not even a third cousin once removed has died, and it's more than two years ago.
"Well, I have come to-night to say that it is in my power to use some of that money which I detest in helping Prissie in helping her family. I mean to help them; I mean to put them all in such a position that Priscilla shall not need to spend her youth in uncongenial drudgery.
Maggie seized a hat for herself and another for Prissie from the hat-stand; then the three girls crossed the garden to Katharine Hall. A moment or two later they had reached the scene of the evening's amusement Loud voices and laughter greeted them; they entered a large room crowded to overflowing. The atmosphere here was hot and stifling and chaos reigned supreme.
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