"
And Theodora waited--many, many morrows.
CHAPTER XI
"And you see, Master Farwell, I cannot go back to my father's house."
It was after nine of the evening of the day Priscilla Glenn had left
home. She had reached Farwell's shack without being seen. By keeping to
the woods and watching her opportunity, she had gained the rear of the
schoolhouse, entered while Farwell was absent, and breathed freely only
after securing the door.
The master had returned an hour later and, the gossip of the Green
ringing in his ears, confronted the white, silent girl with no questions,
but merely a glad smile of relief. He had insisted upon her taking food,
drink, and rest before explaining anything, and Priscilla had gratefully
obeyed.
"I'll gather all the news that is floating about," Farwell had comforted
her. "Sleep, Priscilla. You are quite safe." Then he went out again.
So she had eaten ravenously and slept far into the early evening while
Anton Farwell went about listening to all who talked. It was a great day
for Kenmore!
"She and him were together all the night," panted Long Jean, about noon,
in the kitchen of the White Fish.
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