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“
Good
-
bye
.
”
He
turned
away
,
and
stopped
on
the
threshold
“
You
’
ll
say
good
-
bye
for
me
to
Verena
?
”
She
heard
the
closing
of
the
outer
door
and
the
sound
of
his
quick
tread
along
the
path
.
The
latch
of
the
gate
clicked
after
him
.
The
next
morning
when
she
arose
in
the
cold
dawn
and
opened
her
shutters
she
saw
a
freckled
boy
standing
on
the
other
side
of
the
road
and
looking
up
at
her
.
He
was
a
boy
from
a
farm
three
or
four
miles
down
the
Creston
road
,
and
she
wondered
what
he
was
doing
there
at
that
hour
,
and
why
he
looked
so
hard
at
her
window
.
When
he
saw
her
he
crossed
over
and
leaned
against
the
gate
unconcernedly
.
There
was
no
one
stirring
in
the
house
,
and
she
threw
a
shawl
over
her
night
-
gown
and
ran
down
and
let
herself
out
.
By
the
time
she
reached
the
gate
the
boy
was
sauntering
down
the
road
,
whistling
carelessly
;
but
she
saw
that
a
letter
had
been
thrust
between
the
slats
and
the
crossbar
of
the
gate
.
She
took
it
out
and
hastened
back
to
her
room
.
The
envelope
bore
her
name
,
and
inside
was
a
leaf
torn
from
a
pocket
-
diary
.
DEAR
CHARITY
:
I
can
’
t
go
away
like
this
.
I
am
staying
for
a
few
days
at
Creston
River
.
Will
you
come
down
and
meet
me
at
Creston
pool
?
I
will
wait
for
you
till
evening
.
CHARITY
sat
before
the
mirror
trying
on
a
hat
which
Ally
Hawes
,
with
much
secrecy
,
had
trimmed
for
her
.
It
was
of
white
straw
,
with
a
drooping
brim
and
cherry
-
coloured
lining
that
made
her
face
glow
like
the
inside
of
the
shell
on
the
parlour
mantelpiece
.
She
propped
the
square
of
looking
-
glass
against
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
black
leather
Bible
,
steadying
it
in
front
with
a
white
stone
on
which
a
view
of
the
Brooklyn
Bridge
was
painted
;
and
she
sat
before
her
reflection
,
bending
the
brim
this
way
and
that
,
while
Ally
Hawes
’
s
pale
face
looked
over
her
shoulder
like
the
ghost
of
wasted
opportunities
.
“
I
look
awful
,
don
’
t
I
?
”
she
said
at
last
with
a
happy
sigh
.
