How was she
to get back to Warrington in the morning? How was she to meet Dent at
the registrar's office? She did not know; she felt also that she did
not care. Already her marriage with Dent seemed to be removed into a
dim and intangible future. She would marry him,--oh, yes--but when and
how she did not know, she did not care. She could scarcely bring her
thoughts to bear on the great and terrible subject which an hour ago
had filled her whole horizon. Liverpool, the great city, was drawing
her, as though it was the voice of Will himself. She rose, brushed out
her hair, plaited it, and wound it in a great coronet round her
beautiful head, washed her face and hands, wrapped her mother's shawl
tidily round her, and ran downstairs.
At the door she met Jenny.
"Good-bye, dear," she said in a gentle tone. And she stooped and kissed
the little round-faced girl.
"Why, Bet, are you mad?" said Jenny. "Where are you going? How spry
you look! And your eyes are so bright! Oh, Bet, Bet! have you come to
your senses? Are you going to break your promise to Dent?"
"It is not that," said Bet.
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