While the look of hatred and doubt still rested
in his eyes, there was also a look of dumb pity. No word was spoken.
Nathaniel merely stepped aside and closed the door behind her. Then she
began a strange, breathless hunt for something which, at first, she could
not call by name; it evaded and eluded her. Something was missing;
something she wanted desperately; but the rooms were horribly dark and
lonely, and the stillness hurt her more and more.
At last she came back to her father and the warm, lighted kitchen.
"I cannot find--my mother," she said, and the reality set her trembling.
"Your--mother? I--I cannot find her, either. I thought she--followed
you!"
Cold and shivering, Priscilla sat up in bed. Her teeth chattered and
there were tears on her cheeks. They did not seem like her own tears. It
was as if some one, bending over her, had let them fall from eyes seeking
to find her in the dark.
"Mother!" moaned Priscilla, and with the word a yearning and craving for
her mother filled every sense. By a magic that the divine only controls,
poor Theodora Glenn in that moment was transformed and radiantly crowned
with the motherhood she had so impotently striven to achieve in her
narrowed, blighted life.
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