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HerpassingpityforMr.Royallhadbeenswallowedupinloathing:everythinginherrecoiledfromthedisgracefulspectacleofthedrunkenoldmanapostrophizingherinthepresenceofabandofloafersandstreet-walkers.Suddenly,vividly,sherelivedagainthehorriblemomentwhenhehadtriedtoforcehimselfintoherroom,andwhatshehadbeforesupposedtobeamadaberrationnowappearedtoherasavulgarincidentinadebauchedanddegradedlife.
Whilethesethoughtswerehurryingthroughhershehaddraggedoutheroldcanvasschool-bag,andwasthrustingintoitafewarticlesofclothingandthelittlepacketoflettersshehadreceivedfromHarney.Fromunderherpincushionshetookthelibrarykey,andlaiditinfullview;thenshefeltatthebackofadrawerforthebluebroochthatHarneyhadgivenher.ShewouldnothavedaredtowearitopenlyatNorthDormer,butnowshefasteneditonherbosomasifitwereatalismantoprotectherinherflight.Thesepreparationshadtakenbutafewminutes,andwhentheywerefinishedAllyHaweswasstillattheFrys’cornertalkingtooldMrs.Sollas....
Shehadsaidtoherself,asshealwayssaidinmomentsofrevolt:“I’llgototheMountain—I’llgobacktomyownfolks.”Shehadneverreallymeantitbefore;butnow,assheconsideredhercase,noothercourseseemedopen.Shehadneverlearnedanytradethatwouldhavegivenherindependenceinastrangeplace,andsheknewnooneinthebigtownsofthevalley,whereshemighthavehopedtofindemployment.
