She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky. A man might be without relatives, but certainly he would not be without friends, that is to say, without letters. “When we see you going through disobedience to the devil! Come, Molly, she must go her own way. I only know that it is right to do what I do. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. The release was so great that she felt tears spring from her eyes. He turned round to keep Anna out by force if possible, but he was too late. There are men in the Lowndean who laugh at him—simply laugh at him. This she put into the trunk.
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