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I think I was more nervous
than I had ever been before. I heard the withered leaves behind me
rustling along the ground before the wind from the sea, and thought they
were the footsteps of people pursuing us. I heard the hammering of the
workmen and the music of the orchestra, and thought they were voices
screaming to us to come back.
Price, who was forging ahead, carried the trunk in her arms as if it had
been a child, but every few minutes she waited for me to come up to her,
and encouraged me when I stumbled in the darkness.
"Only a little further, my lady," she said, and I did my best to
struggle on.
We reached the gate to the high road at last. Tommy the Mate was there
with his stiff cart, and Price, who was breathless after her great
exertion, tumbled my trunk over the tail-board.
The time had come to part from her, and, remembering how faithful and
true she had been to me, I hardly knew what to say. I told her I had
left her wages in an envelope on the dressing-table, and then I
stammered something about being too poor to make her a present to
remember me by.


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