I reminded myself that I could not hope to
visit her every day if my employment was to be in the West, as I had
always thought it would be. I asked myself if in all this vast London,
with its myriads of homes, there had been no house nearer that could
have sheltered my child.
Against all this I had to set something, or I think my very heart would
have died there and then. I set the thought of Ilford, on the edge of
the country, with its green fields and its flowers. I set the thought of
Mrs. Oliver, who would love my child as tenderly as if she were her own
little lost one.
I dare say it was all very weak and childish, but it is just when we are
done and down, and do not know what we are doing, that Providence seems
to be directing us, and it was so with me at that moment.
The trams being full I had concluded that Fate had set itself against
my spending any of Isabel's money, and had made up my mind to make a
fierce fight over the last stage of my journey, when I saw that a little
ahead of where I was standing the road divided into two branches at an
acute angle, one branch going to the right and the other to the left.
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