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Sitting in the bare,
unlovely kitchen of the farmhouse, with her troubled parents confronting
her, a great wave of realization overpowered the girl. She could never
make them understand! There was no need to try. She did not really belong
to them, or they to her, and she must--get away!
That was it, of course. The lure had caught her. They all felt as she
was now feeling--the Hornbys, all the boys and men who left Kenmore.
Something always drove them to see they must go, and that was what the
lure meant.
Priscilla laughed.
As usual, this angered Nathaniel beyond control.
"You--laugh--you! Why do you laugh?"
Priscilla leaned back in her hard wooden chair.
"The lure's got me!" she panted.
"The--lure?"
"Yes. It means getting away. You have to follow the lure and find your
true place. Some people are put in the wrong place--then the lure gets
them!"
At this Theodora gave a moan of understanding. They had driven the child
too far, been too hard upon her, and the impulse to fly from the love
that was seeking to hold her was the one thing to be avoided.
"I'm tired of things.


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