Chapter 11 - (VERSO)

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lips with primitive emotion and pain.

“What shall I do?” she cried in a terrible voice. “Mary—Peggy—what shall I do?”

It was almost a shriek. Peggy turned pale.

“Do you care?” she said stupidly.

“Care! Girls, I shall die if Malcolm MacPherson goes away! I have been mad—I must have been mad. I have almost died of loneliness since I sent him away. But I thought he would come back! I mu must see him—there is time to reach the station before the train goes if I go by the fields.”

She took a wild step towards