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“
You
come
home
with
me
—
you
come
right
home
with
me
,
”
she
said
in
a
low
stern
voice
,
as
if
she
had
not
heard
his
apostrophe
;
and
one
of
the
girls
called
out
:
“
Say
,
how
many
fellers
does
she
want
?
”
There
was
another
laugh
,
followed
by
a
pause
of
curiosity
,
during
which
Mr
.
Royall
continued
to
glare
at
Charity
.
At
length
his
twitching
lips
parted
.
“
I
said
,
’
You
—
damn
—
whore
!
’
”
he
repeated
with
precision
,
steadying
himself
on
Julia
’
s
shoulder
.
Laughs
and
jeers
were
beginning
to
spring
up
from
the
circle
of
people
beyond
their
group
;
and
a
voice
called
out
from
the
gangway
:
“
Now
,
then
,
step
lively
there
—
all
ABOARD
!
”
The
pressure
of
approaching
and
departing
passengers
forced
the
actors
in
the
rapid
scene
apart
,
and
pushed
them
back
into
the
throng
.
Charity
found
herself
clinging
to
Harney
’
s
arm
and
sobbing
desperately
.
Mr
.
Royall
had
disappeared
,
and
in
the
distance
she
heard
the
receding
sound
of
Julia
’
s
laugh
.
The
boat
,
laden
to
the
taffrail
,
was
puffing
away
on
her
last
trip
.
AT
two
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
the
freckled
boy
from
Creston
stopped
his
sleepy
horse
at
the
door
of
the
red
house
,
and
Charity
got
out
.
Harney
had
taken
leave
of
her
at
Creston
River
,
charging
the
boy
to
drive
her
home
.
Her
mind
was
still
in
a
fog
of
misery
,
and
she
did
not
remember
very
clearly
what
had
happened
,
or
what
they
said
to
each
other
,
during
the
interminable
interval
since
their
departure
from
Nettleton
;
but
the
secretive
instinct
of
the
animal
in
pain
was
so
strong
in
her
that
she
had
a
sense
of
relief
when
Harney
got
out
and
she
drove
on
alone
.
The
full
moon
hung
over
North
Dormer
,
whitening
the
mist
that
filled
the
hollows
between
the
hills
and
floated
transparently
above
the
fields
.
Charity
stood
a
moment
at
the
gate
,
looking
out
into
the
waning
night
.
She
watched
the
boy
drive
off
,
his
horse
’
s
head
wagging
heavily
to
and
fro
;
then
she
went
around
to
the
kitchen
door
and
felt
under
the
mat
for
the
key
.
She
found
it
,
unlocked
the
door
and
went
in
.
The
kitchen
was
dark
,
but
she
discovered
a
box
of
matches
,
lit
a
candle
and
went
upstairs
.
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
door
,
opposite
hers
,
stood
open
on
his
unlit
room
;
evidently
he
had
not
come
back
.
She
went
into
her
room
,
bolted
her
door
and
began
slowly
to
untie
the
ribbon
about
her
waist
,
and
to
take
off
her
dress
.
Under
the
bed
she
saw
the
paper
bag
in
which
she
had
hidden
her
new
hat
from
inquisitive
eyes
.
.
.
.
She
lay
for
a
long
time
sleepless
on
her
bed
,
staring
up
at
the
moonlight
on
the
low
ceiling
;
dawn
was
in
the
sky
when
she
fell
asleep
,
and
when
she
woke
the
sun
was
on
her
face
.
She
dressed
and
went
down
to
the
kitchen
.
Verena
was
there
alone
:
she
glanced
at
Charity
tranquilly
,
with
her
old
deaf
-
looking
eyes
.
There
was
no
sign
of
Mr
.
Royall
about
the
house
and
the
hours
passed
without
his
reappearing
.
Charity
had
gone
up
to
her
room
,
and
sat
there
listlessly
,
her
hands
on
her
lap
.
Puffs
of
sultry
air
fanned
her
dimity
window
curtains
and
flies
buzzed
stiflingly
against
the
bluish
panes
.
At
one
o
’
clock
Verena
hobbled
up
to
see
if
she
were
not
coming
down
to
dinner
;
but
she
shook
her
head
,
and
the
old
woman
went
away
,
saying
:
“
I
’
ll
cover
up
,
then
.
”
