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“
Go
where
?
”
She
heard
the
startled
note
in
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
voice
.
“
Why
,
out
of
their
old
library
:
straight
out
,
and
never
set
foot
in
it
again
.
They
needn
’
t
think
I
’
m
going
to
wait
round
and
let
them
say
they
’
ve
discharged
me
!
”
“
Charity
—
Charity
Royall
,
you
listen
—
—
”
he
began
,
getting
heavily
out
of
his
chair
;
but
she
waved
him
aside
,
and
walked
out
of
the
room
.
Upstairs
she
took
the
library
key
from
the
place
where
she
always
hid
it
under
her
pincushion
—
who
said
she
wasn
’
t
careful
?
—
put
on
her
hat
,
and
swept
down
again
and
out
into
the
street
.
If
Mr
Royall
heard
her
go
he
made
no
motion
to
detain
her
:
his
sudden
rages
probably
made
him
understand
the
uselessness
of
reasoning
with
hers
.
She
reached
the
brick
temple
,
unlocked
the
door
and
entered
into
the
glacial
twilight
.
“
I
’
m
glad
I
’
ll
never
have
to
sit
in
this
old
vault
again
when
other
folks
are
out
in
the
sun
!
”
she
said
aloud
as
the
familiar
chill
took
her
.
She
looked
with
abhorrence
at
the
long
dingy
rows
of
books
,
the
sheep
-
nosed
Minerva
on
her
black
pedestal
,
and
the
mild
-
faced
young
man
in
a
high
stock
whose
effigy
pined
above
her
desk
.
She
meant
to
take
out
of
the
drawer
her
roll
of
lace
and
the
library
register
,
and
go
straight
to
Miss
Hatchard
to
announce
her
resignation
.
But
suddenly
a
great
desolation
overcame
her
,
and
she
sat
down
and
laid
her
face
against
the
desk
.
Her
heart
was
ravaged
by
life
’
s
cruelest
discovery
:
the
first
creature
who
had
come
toward
her
out
of
the
wilderness
had
brought
her
anguish
instead
of
joy
.
She
did
not
cry
;
tears
came
hard
to
her
,
and
the
storms
of
her
heart
spent
themselves
inwardly
.
But
as
she
sat
there
in
her
dumb
woe
she
felt
her
life
to
be
too
desolate
,
too
ugly
and
intolerable
.
“
What
have
I
ever
done
to
it
,
that
it
should
hurt
me
so
?
”
she
groaned
,
and
pressed
her
fists
against
her
lids
,
which
were
beginning
to
swell
with
weeping
.
“
I
won
’
t
—
I
won
’
t
go
there
looking
like
a
horror
!
”
she
muttered
,
springing
up
and
pushing
back
her
hair
as
if
it
stifled
her
.
She
opened
the
drawer
,
dragged
out
the
register
,
and
turned
toward
the
door
.
As
she
did
so
it
opened
,
and
the
young
man
from
Miss
Hatchard
’
s
came
in
whistling
.
He
stopped
and
lifted
his
hat
with
a
shy
smile
.
“
I
beg
your
pardon
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
thought
there
was
no
one
here
.
”
Charity
stood
before
him
,
barring
his
way
.
“
You
can
’
t
come
in
.
The
library
ain
’
t
open
to
the
public
Wednesdays
.
”
