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She
stared
at
him
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
mean
.
I
want
to
go
to
her
.
”
Mr
.
Miles
was
examining
her
thoughtfully
.
She
fancied
she
saw
a
change
in
his
expression
,
and
the
blood
rushed
to
her
forehead
.
“
I
just
want
to
go
to
her
,
”
she
repeated
.
He
laid
his
hand
on
her
arm
.
“
My
child
,
your
mother
is
dying
.
Liff
Hyatt
came
down
to
fetch
me
.
.
.
.
Get
in
and
come
with
us
.
”
He
helped
her
up
to
the
seat
at
his
side
,
Liff
Hyatt
clambered
in
at
the
back
,
and
they
drove
off
toward
Hamblin
.
At
first
Charity
had
hardly
grasped
what
Mr
.
Miles
was
saying
;
the
physical
relief
of
finding
herself
seated
in
the
buggy
,
and
securely
on
her
road
to
the
Mountain
,
effaced
the
impression
of
his
words
.
But
as
her
head
cleared
she
began
to
understand
.
She
knew
the
Mountain
had
but
the
most
infrequent
intercourse
with
the
valleys
;
she
had
often
enough
heard
it
said
that
no
one
ever
went
up
there
except
the
minister
,
when
someone
was
dying
.
And
now
it
was
her
mother
who
was
dying
.
.
.
and
she
would
find
herself
as
much
alone
on
the
Mountain
as
anywhere
else
in
the
world
.
The
sense
of
unescapable
isolation
was
all
she
could
feel
for
the
moment
;
then
she
began
to
wonder
at
the
strangeness
of
its
being
Mr
.
Miles
who
had
undertaken
to
perform
this
grim
errand
.
He
did
not
seem
in
the
least
like
the
kind
of
man
who
would
care
to
go
up
the
Mountain
.
But
here
he
was
at
her
side
,
guiding
the
horse
with
a
firm
hand
,
and
bending
on
her
the
kindly
gleam
of
his
spectacles
,
as
if
there
were
nothing
unusual
in
their
being
together
in
such
circumstances
.
For
a
while
she
found
it
impossible
to
speak
,
and
he
seemed
to
understand
this
,
and
made
no
attempt
to
question
her
.
But
presently
she
felt
her
tears
rise
and
flow
down
over
her
drawn
cheeks
;
and
he
must
have
seen
them
too
,
for
he
laid
his
hand
on
hers
,
and
said
in
a
low
voice
:
“
Won
’
t
you
tell
me
what
is
troubling
you
?
”
She
shook
her
head
,
and
he
did
not
insist
:
but
after
a
while
he
said
,
in
the
same
low
tone
,
so
that
they
should
not
be
overheard
:
“
Charity
,
what
do
you
know
of
your
childhood
,
before
you
came
down
to
North
Dormer
?
”
She
controlled
herself
,
and
answered
:
“
Nothing
only
what
I
heard
Mr
.
Royall
say
one
day
.
He
said
he
brought
me
down
because
my
father
went
to
prison
.
”
“
And
you
’
ve
never
been
up
there
since
?
”
“
Never
.
”
