Until you give us your promise we must see ourselves
that you do not disgrace us."
There was no more to be said. It was as though a heavy iron door had
rolled to.
Aunt Anne passed Maggie and left the room.
Well, then, there was the situation. As she remained in the empty
room she felt relief because now she knew where she was.
If only she could keep in touch with Martin then nothing else at all
mattered. But that must be, otherwise she felt that she would rush
at them all and tread them down and break doors and windows to get
at him.
Meanwhile, how they must all have been talking! She felt no especial
anger against Caroline Smith. It had been her own fault for trusting
that note to her honour. Caroline had no honour, of course. Maggie
might have guessed that from the way that she talked about other
people. And then probably she herself was in love with Martin . . .
She sat down, staring in front of her, thinking. They all knew, Amy
Warlock, Mr. Thurston, Miss Avies--knew about that wonderful,
marvellous thing, her love for Martin, his for her. They were
turning it over in their hands, soiling it, laughing at it, sneering
at it.
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