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"It was Farwell's way: to help where he had faith," murmured Boswell.
The deep eyes were so perilously kind that Priscilla had to struggle to
keep back her tears. A sense of security and peace flooded her heart, but
the past strain had left its mark.
"My father would have been glad to have me marry the--the man. I would
rather have died after what happened! They--my father and mother--must
believe I have gone with him. It will at least make them feel I have not
disgraced them. Now--you can understand!"
"Perfectly."
"I want to go into training. I want to be a nurse. I am sure I can
succeed."
So very humble and modest was the ambition that it quite took Boswell by
surprise. Priscilla did not notice the uplifting of the shaggy brows. She
went on eagerly, thoughtfully:
"You see, I have only such education as Master Farwell has given me, but
I have a ready mind, he says. I am sure I could watch and tend the sick.
A lady staying in Kenmore at one time told me I had the--the touch of a
skilled hand. I want--to help the world, somehow, and this seems the only
way open to a girl like me.
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