I
shouldn't have quite known what to do."
He had stopped at the corner. They were still beneath the shadow of the
trees. Quite unconsciously she put her face up; and as if it had always
been the custom at their partings, he drew her to him and kissed her;
though it really was for the first time.
She walked home instead of taking the bus. She wanted to think. A day
or two would decide the question. She determined that if the miracle did
not happen, she would go down to Liverpool. Her father was on the
committee of one of the great hospitals; and she knew one or two of the
matrons. She would want to be doing something--to get out to the front,
if possible. Maybe, her desire to serve was not altogether free from
curiosity--from the craving for adventure. There's a spice of the man
even in the best of women.
Her conscience plagued her when she thought of Mrs. Denton. For some
time now, they had been very close together; and the old lady had come to
depend upon her. She waited till all doubt was ended before calling to
say good-bye. Mrs.
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