The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. He had been baptized there. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life. “No,” she said, under her breath, “you can’t face it. I had consecrated my life to His Work; and I took the primrose path. "Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. I shall never come back.
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