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Almost
without
conscious
thought
her
decision
had
been
reached
;
as
her
eyes
had
followed
the
circle
of
the
hills
her
mind
had
also
travelled
the
old
round
.
She
supposed
it
was
something
in
her
blood
that
made
the
Mountain
the
only
answer
to
her
questioning
,
the
inevitable
escape
from
all
that
hemmed
her
in
and
beset
her
At
any
rate
it
began
to
loom
against
the
rainy
dawn
;
and
the
longer
she
looked
at
it
the
more
clearly
she
understood
that
now
at
last
she
was
really
going
there
.
THE
rain
held
off
,
and
an
hour
later
,
when
she
started
,
wild
gleams
of
sunlight
were
blowing
across
the
fields
.
After
Harney
’
s
departure
she
had
returned
her
bicycle
to
its
owner
at
Creston
,
and
she
was
not
sure
of
being
able
to
walk
all
the
way
to
the
Mountain
.
The
deserted
house
was
on
the
road
;
but
the
idea
of
spending
the
night
there
was
unendurable
,
and
she
meant
to
try
to
push
on
to
Hamblin
,
where
she
could
sleep
under
a
wood
-
shed
if
her
strength
should
fail
her
.
Her
preparations
had
been
made
with
quiet
forethought
.
Before
starting
she
had
forced
herself
to
swallow
a
glass
of
milk
and
eat
a
piece
of
bread
;
and
she
had
put
in
her
canvas
satchel
a
little
packet
of
the
chocolate
that
Harney
always
carried
in
his
bicycle
bag
.
She
wanted
above
all
to
keep
up
her
strength
,
and
reach
her
destination
without
attracting
notice
.
.
.
.
Mile
by
mile
she
retraced
the
road
over
which
she
had
so
often
flown
to
her
lover
.
When
she
reached
the
turn
where
the
wood
-
road
branched
off
from
the
Creston
highway
she
remembered
the
Gospel
tent
—
long
since
folded
up
and
transplanted
—
and
her
start
of
involuntary
terror
when
the
fat
evangelist
had
said
:
“
Your
Saviour
knows
everything
.
Come
and
confess
your
guilt
.
”
There
was
no
sense
of
guilt
in
her
now
,
but
only
a
desperate
desire
to
defend
her
secret
from
irreverent
eyes
,
and
begin
life
again
among
people
to
whom
the
harsh
code
of
the
village
was
unknown
.
The
impulse
did
not
shape
itself
in
thought
:
she
only
knew
she
must
save
her
baby
,
and
hide
herself
with
it
somewhere
where
no
one
would
ever
come
to
trouble
them
.
She
walked
on
and
on
,
growing
more
heavy
-
footed
as
the
day
advanced
.
It
seemed
a
cruel
chance
that
compelled
her
to
retrace
every
step
of
the
way
to
the
deserted
house
;
and
when
she
came
in
sight
of
the
orchard
,
and
the
silver
-
gray
roof
slanting
crookedly
through
the
laden
branches
,
her
strength
failed
her
and
she
sat
down
by
the
road
-
side
.
She
sat
there
a
long
time
,
trying
to
gather
the
courage
to
start
again
,
and
walk
past
the
broken
gate
and
the
untrimmed
rose
-
bushes
strung
with
scarlet
hips
.
A
few
drops
of
rain
were
falling
,
and
she
thought
of
the
warm
evenings
when
she
and
Harney
had
sat
embraced
in
the
shadowy
room
,
and
the
noise
of
summer
showers
on
the
roof
had
rustled
through
their
kisses
.
At
length
she
understood
that
if
she
stayed
any
longer
the
rain
might
compel
her
to
take
shelter
in
the
house
overnight
,
and
she
got
up
and
walked
on
,
averting
her
eyes
as
she
came
abreast
of
the
white
gate
and
the
tangled
garden
.
The
hours
wore
on
,
and
she
walked
more
and
more
slowly
,
pausing
now
and
then
to
rest
,
and
to
eat
a
little
bread
and
an
apple
picked
up
from
the
roadside
.
Her
body
seemed
to
grow
heavier
with
every
yard
of
the
way
,
and
she
wondered
how
she
would
be
able
to
carry
her
child
later
,
if
already
he
laid
such
a
burden
on
her
.
.
.
.
A
fresh
wind
had
sprung
up
,
scattering
the
rain
and
blowing
down
keenly
from
the
mountain
.
Presently
the
clouds
lowered
again
,
and
a
few
white
darts
struck
her
in
the
face
:
it
was
the
first
snow
falling
over
Hamblin
.
The
roofs
of
the
lonely
village
were
only
half
a
mile
ahead
,
and
she
was
resolved
to
push
beyond
it
,
and
try
to
reach
the
Mountain
that
night
.
She
had
no
clear
plan
of
action
,
except
that
,
once
in
the
settlement
,
she
meant
to
look
for
Liff
Hyatt
,
and
get
him
to
take
her
to
her
mother
.
She
herself
had
been
born
as
her
own
baby
was
going
to
be
born
;
and
whatever
her
mother
’
s
subsequent
life
had
been
,
she
could
hardly
help
remembering
the
past
,
and
receiving
a
daughter
who
was
facing
the
trouble
she
had
known
.
Suddenly
the
deadly
faintness
came
over
her
once
more
and
she
sat
down
on
the
bank
and
leaned
her
head
against
a
tree
-
trunk
.
The
long
road
and
the
cloudy
landscape
vanished
from
her
eyes
,
and
for
a
time
she
seemed
to
be
circling
about
in
some
terrible
wheeling
darkness
.
Then
that
too
faded
.
