She had walked between three and four miles when that prescriptive

comfort and relief to wanderers in woods--a distant light--broke at

last upon her searching eyes. It was so very small as to be almost

sinister to a stranger, but to her it was what she sought. She pushed

forward, and the dim outline of a dwelling was disclosed.

The house was a square cot of one story only, sloping up on all sides

to a chimney in the midst. It had formerly been the home of a

charcoal-burner, in times when that fuel was still used in the county

houses. Its only appurtenance was a paled enclosure, there being no

garden, the shade of the trees preventing the growth of vegetables.

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She advanced to the window whence the rays of light proceeded, and the

shutters being as yet unclosed, she could survey the whole interior

through the panes.

The room within was kitchen, parlor, and scullery all in one; the

natural sandstone floor was worn into hills and dales by long treading,

so that none of the furniture stood level, and the table slanted like a

desk. A fire burned on the hearth, in front of which revolved the

skinned carcass of a rabbit, suspended by a string from a nail.

Leaning with one arm on the mantle-shelf stood Winterborne, his eyes on

the roasting animal, his face so rapt that speculation could build

nothing on it concerning his thoughts, more than that they were not

with the scene before him. She thought his features had changed a

little since she saw them last. The fire-light did not enable her to

perceive that they were positively haggard.

Grace's throat emitted a gasp of relief at finding the result so nearly

as she had hoped. She went to the door and tapped lightly.

He seemed to be accustomed to the noises of woodpeckers, squirrels, and

such small creatures, for he took no notice of her tiny signal, and she

knocked again. This time he came and opened the door. When the light

of the room fell upon her face he started, and, hardly knowing what he

did, crossed the threshold to her, placing his hands upon her two arms,

while surprise, joy, alarm, sadness, chased through him by turns. With

Grace it was the same: even in this stress there was the fond fact that

they had met again. Thus they stood, "Long tears upon their faces, waxen white

With extreme sad delight."

He broke the silence by saying in a whisper, "Come in."

"No, no, Giles!" she answered, hurriedly, stepping yet farther back

from the door. "I am passing by--and I have called on you--I won't

enter. Will you help me? I am afraid. I want to get by a roundabout

way to Sherton, and so to Exbury. I have a school-fellow there--but I

cannot get to Sherton alone. Oh, if you will only accompany me a

little way! Don't condemn me, Giles, and be offended! I was obliged to

come to you because--I have no other help here. Three months ago you

were my lover; now you are only my friend. The law has stepped in, and

forbidden what we thought of. It must not be. But we can act

honestly, and yet you can be my friend for one little hour? I have no

other--"




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