"Well, good-by, dear, I am off. You may expect the
carriage to arrive in half an hour."
Meanwhile Priscilla, still blind, deaf and dumb with misery, ran,
rather than walked, along the road which leads to Kingsdene. The day
was lovely, with little faint wafts of spring in the air; the sky was
pale blue and cloudless; there was a slight hoar frost on the grass.
Priscilla chose to walk on it, rather than on the dusty road; it felt
crisp under her tread.
She had not the least idea why she was going to Kingsdene. Her wish
was to walk, and walk, and walk until sheer fatigue, caused by
long-continued motion, brought to her temporary ease and
forgetfulness.
Prissie was a very strong girl, and she knew she must walk for a long
time; her feet must traverse many miles before she effected her
object. Just as she was passing St. Hilda's College she came face to
face with Hammond. He was in his college cap and gown and was on his
way to morning prayers in the chapel. Hammond had received Maggie's
letter that morning, and this fact caused him to look at Priscilla
with new interest. On another occasion he would have passed her with a
hurried bow. Now he stopped to speak. The moment he caught sight of
her face, he forgot everything else in his distress at the expression
of misery which it wore.
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