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Charity
looked
helplessly
at
the
doctor
’
s
tight
lips
and
rigid
face
.
Her
last
savings
had
gone
in
repaying
Ally
for
the
cost
of
Miss
Balch
’
s
ruined
blouse
,
and
she
had
had
to
borrow
four
dollars
from
her
friend
to
pay
for
her
railway
ticket
and
cover
the
doctor
’
s
fee
.
It
had
never
occurred
to
her
that
medical
advice
could
cost
more
than
two
dollars
.
“
I
didn
’
t
know
.
.
.
I
haven
’
t
got
that
much
.
.
.
”
she
faltered
,
bursting
into
tears
.
Dr
.
Merkle
gave
a
short
laugh
which
did
not
show
her
teeth
,
and
inquired
with
concision
if
Charity
supposed
she
ran
the
establishment
for
her
own
amusement
?
She
leaned
her
firm
shoulders
against
the
door
as
she
spoke
,
like
a
grim
gaoler
making
terms
with
her
captive
.
“
You
say
you
’
ll
come
round
and
settle
later
?
I
’
ve
heard
that
pretty
often
too
.
Give
me
your
address
,
and
if
you
can
’
t
pay
me
I
’
ll
send
the
bill
to
your
folks
.
.
.
.
What
?
I
can
’
t
understand
what
you
say
.
.
.
.
That
don
’
t
suit
you
either
?
My
,
you
’
re
pretty
particular
for
a
girl
that
ain
’
t
got
enough
to
settle
her
own
bills
.
.
.
.
”
She
paused
,
and
fixed
her
eyes
on
the
brooch
with
a
blue
stone
that
Charity
had
pinned
to
her
blouse
.
“
Ain
’
t
you
ashamed
to
talk
that
way
to
a
lady
that
’
s
got
to
earn
her
living
,
when
you
go
about
with
jewellery
like
that
on
you
?
.
.
.
It
ain
’
t
in
my
line
,
and
I
do
it
only
as
a
favour
.
.
.
but
if
you
’
re
a
mind
to
leave
that
brooch
as
a
pledge
,
I
don
’
t
say
no
.
.
.
.
Yes
,
of
course
,
you
can
get
it
back
when
you
bring
me
my
money
.
.
.
.
”
On
the
way
home
,
she
felt
an
immense
and
unexpected
quietude
.
It
had
been
horrible
to
have
to
leave
Harney
’
s
gift
in
the
woman
’
s
hands
,
but
even
at
that
price
the
news
she
brought
away
had
not
been
too
dearly
bought
.
She
sat
with
half
-
closed
eyes
as
the
train
rushed
through
the
familiar
landscape
;
and
now
the
memories
of
her
former
journey
,
instead
of
flying
before
her
like
dead
leaves
,
seemed
to
be
ripening
in
her
blood
like
sleeping
grain
.
She
would
never
again
know
what
it
was
to
feel
herself
alone
.
Everything
seemed
to
have
grown
suddenly
clear
and
simple
.
She
no
longer
had
any
difficulty
in
picturing
herself
as
Harney
’
s
wife
now
that
she
was
the
mother
of
his
child
;
and
compared
to
her
sovereign
right
Annabel
Balch
’
s
claim
seemed
no
more
than
a
girl
’
s
sentimental
fancy
.
That
evening
,
at
the
gate
of
the
red
house
,
she
found
Ally
waiting
in
the
dusk
.
“
I
was
down
at
the
post
-
office
just
as
they
were
closing
up
,
and
Will
Targatt
said
there
was
a
letter
for
you
,
so
I
brought
it
.
”
Ally
held
out
the
letter
,
looking
at
Charity
with
piercing
sympathy
.
Since
the
scene
of
the
torn
blouse
there
had
been
a
new
and
fearful
admiration
in
the
eyes
she
bent
on
her
friend
.
Charity
snatched
the
letter
with
a
laugh
.
“
Oh
,
thank
you
—
good
-
night
,
”
she
called
out
over
her
shoulder
as
she
ran
up
the
path
.
If
she
had
lingered
a
moment
she
knew
she
would
have
had
Ally
at
her
heels
.
