CHAPTER XXXVI
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before.Theroomwithoutitwasdead,thoughthesunshinestreamedinthroughtheorielanddimplesoflightfromthedancingwavesbeyondquiveredoverthewalls.
ThecanoewasgonebutLadyJanewasunderthemainlandtrees.SoBarneyhadbetakenhimselftothewilds.Hewouldnotreturntillnight—perhapsnoteventhen.Hemustbeangrywithher.Thatfurioussilenceofhismustmeananger—cold,deep,justifiableresentment.Well,Valancyknewwhatshemustdofirst.Shewasnotsufferingverykeenlynow.Yetthecuriousnumbnessthatpervadedherbeingwasinawayworsethanpain.Itwasasifsomethinginherhaddied.Sheforcedherselftocookandeatalittlebreakfast.MechanicallysheputtheBlueCastleinperfectorder.Thensheputonherhatandcoat,lockedthedoorandhidthekeyinthehollowoftheoldpineandcrossedtothemainlandinthemotorboat.ShewasgoingintoDeerwoodtoseeDr.Trent.Shemustknow.
