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She
climbed
to
her
room
,
every
step
of
the
stairs
holding
her
fast
as
if
her
feet
were
lined
with
glue
.
Two
days
later
,
she
descended
from
the
train
at
Nettleton
,
and
walked
out
of
the
station
into
the
dusty
square
.
The
brief
interval
of
cold
weather
was
over
,
and
the
day
was
as
soft
,
and
almost
as
hot
,
as
when
she
and
Harney
had
emerged
on
the
same
scene
on
the
Fourth
of
July
.
In
the
square
the
same
broken
-
down
hacks
and
carry
-
alls
stood
drawn
up
in
a
despondent
line
,
and
the
lank
horses
with
fly
-
nets
over
their
withers
swayed
their
heads
drearily
to
and
fro
.
She
recognized
the
staring
signs
over
the
eating
-
houses
and
billiard
saloons
,
and
the
long
lines
of
wires
on
lofty
poles
tapering
down
the
main
street
to
the
park
at
its
other
end
.
Taking
the
way
the
wires
pointed
,
she
went
on
hastily
,
with
bent
head
,
till
she
reached
a
wide
transverse
street
with
a
brick
building
at
the
corner
.
She
crossed
this
street
and
glanced
furtively
up
at
the
front
of
the
brick
building
;
then
she
returned
,
and
entered
a
door
opening
on
a
flight
of
steep
brass
-
rimmed
stairs
.
On
the
second
landing
she
rang
a
bell
,
and
a
mulatto
girl
with
a
bushy
head
and
a
frilled
apron
let
her
into
a
hall
where
a
stuffed
fox
on
his
hind
legs
proffered
a
brass
card
-
tray
to
visitors
.
At
the
back
of
the
hall
was
a
glazed
door
marked
:
“
Office
.
”
After
waiting
a
few
minutes
in
a
handsomely
furnished
room
,
with
plush
sofas
surmounted
by
large
gold
-
framed
photographs
of
showy
young
women
,
Charity
was
shown
into
the
office
.
.
.
.
When
she
came
out
of
the
glazed
door
Dr
.
Merkle
followed
,
and
led
her
into
another
room
,
smaller
,
and
still
more
crowded
with
plush
and
gold
frames
.
Dr
.
Merkle
was
a
plump
woman
with
small
bright
eyes
,
an
immense
mass
of
black
hair
coming
down
low
on
her
forehead
,
and
unnaturally
white
and
even
teeth
.
She
wore
a
rich
black
dress
,
with
gold
chains
and
charms
hanging
from
her
bosom
.
Her
hands
were
large
and
smooth
,
and
quick
in
all
their
movements
;
and
she
smelt
of
musk
and
carbolic
acid
.
She
smiled
on
Charity
with
all
her
faultless
teeth
.
“
Sit
down
,
my
dear
.
Wouldn
’
t
you
like
a
little
drop
of
something
to
pick
you
up
?
.
.
.
No
.
.
.
.
Well
,
just
lay
back
a
minute
then
.
.
.
.
There
’
s
nothing
to
be
done
just
yet
;
but
in
about
a
month
,
if
you
’
ll
step
round
again
.
.
.
I
could
take
you
right
into
my
own
house
for
two
or
three
days
,
and
there
wouldn
’
t
be
a
mite
of
trouble
.
Mercy
me
!
The
next
time
you
’
ll
know
better
’
n
to
fret
like
this
.
.
.
.
”
Charity
gazed
at
her
with
widening
eyes
.
This
woman
with
the
false
hair
,
the
false
teeth
,
the
false
murderous
smile
—
what
was
she
offering
her
but
immunity
from
some
unthinkable
crime
?
Charity
,
till
then
,
had
been
conscious
only
of
a
vague
self
-
disgust
and
a
frightening
physical
distress
;
now
,
of
a
sudden
,
there
came
to
her
the
grave
surprise
of
motherhood
.
She
had
come
to
this
dreadful
place
because
she
knew
of
no
other
way
of
making
sure
that
she
was
not
mistaken
about
her
state
;
and
the
woman
had
taken
her
for
a
miserable
creature
like
Julia
.
.
.
.
The
thought
was
so
horrible
that
she
sprang
up
,
white
and
shaking
,
one
of
her
great
rushes
of
anger
sweeping
over
her
.
Dr
.
Merkle
,
still
smiling
,
also
rose
.
“
Why
do
you
run
off
in
such
a
hurry
?
You
can
stretch
out
right
here
on
my
sofa
.
.
.
.
”
She
paused
,
and
her
smile
grew
more
motherly
.
“
Afterwards
—
if
there
’
s
been
any
talk
at
home
,
and
you
want
to
get
away
for
a
while
.
.
.
I
have
a
lady
friend
in
Boston
who
’
s
looking
for
a
companion
.
.
.
you
’
re
the
very
one
to
suit
her
,
my
dear
.
.
.
.
”
Charity
had
reached
the
door
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
to
stay
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
come
back
here
,
”
she
stammered
,
her
hand
on
the
knob
;
but
with
a
swift
movement
,
Dr
.
Merkle
edged
her
from
the
threshold
.
“
Oh
,
very
well
.
Five
dollars
,
please
.
”
