"They will have none of--Priscilla Glynn, you know. And
you, dear heart, what will they do to you, now that you have defied their
code?"
"Priscilla Glynn has done her best and is--gone! There will be a
Priscilla Travers with many a stern duty before her."
"Yes, but you?"
"I shall try to keep your golden head in sight, little girl! For the
rest--I have a small income--my father's. I must tell you about him and
my mother, some day; and I shall write--write; and men and women may read
what they might not be willing to listen to."
"I see! And oh! how rich and bright the way on ahead looks! Just when I
thought the clouds were crushing me, they opened and I saw----"
"What, Priscilla?"
"You!"
"And now," Travers got upon his feet and drew her up; "do you know what
is going to happen?"
"Can anything more happen to-day?"
"We are going to Master Farwell's, you and I. We are going to take him
with us to the little chapel down the Channel; there we'll leave
Priscilla Glenn, and, in her place, bring Priscilla Travers forth."
The colour rose to the thin, radiant face.
"And may we take John Boswell, too?"
"Boswell? Is he here?"
"Yes, with my Master Farwell.
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