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All this was satisfying to them, but on a certain late-winter day it came
to an end, and Priscilla, thrilling with a sense of achievement, entered
St. Albans on probation.
What the weeks of doubt and preparation meant, no one, not even Boswell,
ever knew. The old childish determination to suffer, in order to know,
held true and unfaltering. The tortured nerves, after the first shocks,
regained their poise and strength; the heavy work and strict discipline
left the sturdy body like fine steel, although weariness often tested it
sorely.
"'Tis not to dance, Priscilla Glenn," she often warned herself; "it is to
suffer and know!"
Then she grimly set her strong, white teeth. With all the getting and
relinquishing, however, she never forgot to laugh, and her courageous
cheerfulness won for her more than she realized while she was learning
the curves of her Road.
And then she was accepted. No one but herself had ever doubted her
triumph, but when she first learned the verdict she was wild with delight
and could hardly wait for her "hours off" to tell Boswell all about it.
She was "capped" at last.
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