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VI
WITHIN HER PARADISE
Priscilla's reply to her stepmother's summons, written several days
later, was a highly unsatisfactory epistle indeed, in the opinion of its
recipient. She found it quite impossible to tear herself away from the
country while the fine weather lasted, she wrote. She was enjoying
herself immensely, and did not feel that she could ever endure the whole
of a London season in one dose again.
It was not a well-thought-out letter, being written in a haste that made
itself obvious between the lines. Carfax had hired a motor-car, and was
waiting for her. They went miles that day, and when they stopped at last
they were in a country that she scarcely knew--a country of barren downs
and great sunlit spaces, lonely, immense.
"This is the place," said Carfax quietly, as he helped her to alight.
Priscilla walked a few paces and stood still. She knew exactly why he
had chosen it. Her heart was beating wildly. It seemed to dominate all
her other faculties. She felt it to be almost more than she could bear.
Those moments of unacknowledged waiting were terrible to her. She knew
she had taken an irrevocable step, and her free instinct clamoured
loudly against it. It amounted almost to a panic within her.
There came a quiet step on the turf behind her. She did not turn, but
the suspense became suddenly unendurable. With a convulsive movement,
she made as if she would go on.
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