CHAPTER XXXIX
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sk.Onitshelaidthestringofpearls.Iftheyhadbeenthebeadsshebelievedthemshewouldhavekepttheminmemoryofthatwonderfulyear.Butshecouldnotkeepthefifteenthousanddollargiftofamanwhohadmarriedheroutofpityandwhomshewasnowleaving.Ithurthertogiveupherprettybauble.Thatwasanoddthing,shereflected.ThefactthatshewasleavingBarneydidnothurther—yet.Itlayatherheartlikeacold,insensiblething.Ifitcametolife—Valancyshudderedandwentout——
SheputonherhatandmechanicallyfedGoodLuckandBanjo.Shelockedthedoorandcarefullyhidthekeyintheoldpine.Thenshecrossedtothemainlandinthedisappearingpropeller.Shestoodforamomentonthebank,lookingatherBlueCastle.Therainhadnotyetcome,buttheskywasdark,andMistawisgreyandsullen.Thelittlehouseunderthepineslookedverypathetic—acasketrifledofitsjewels—alampwithitsflameblownout.
“IshallneveragainhearthewindcryingoverMistawisatnight,”thoughtValancy.Thishurther,too.Shecouldhavelaughedtothinkthatsuchatriflecouldhurtheratsuchatime.
