"I don't care," he said, looking at her with that curious puzzled
expression that she often saw now in his eyes, "I'm sick of this
room. That's a bargain, Maggie, you can put me where you like until
I'm well. Then I'm off."
She had a strange superstition that Borhedden was fated to see her
triumph. She had wandered round the world and now was returning
again to her own home. She remembered a Mrs. Bolitho who had had the
farm in her day. She wrote to her, and two days later received a
letter saying that there was room for them at Borhedden if they
wished.
She was now all feverish impatience. Dr. Abrams said that Martin
could be moved if they were very careful. All plans were made. Mrs.
Brandon and the ugly little doctor both seemed quite sorry that they
were going, and Emily even sniffed and wiped her eye with the corner
of her apron. The world seemed now to be turning a different face to
Maggie. Human beings liked her and were no longer suspicious to her
as they had been before.
She felt herself how greatly she had changed. It was as though,
until she had found Martin again, everything had been tied up in
her, constrained.
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