Norah's later letters had described, in the
fullest details, her life as a governess--her hours for teaching, her
hours of leisure, her hours for walking out with her pupils. There was
just time, if she could find a vehicle at once, for Magdalen to drive
to the house of Norah's employer, with the chance of getting there a few
minutes before the hour when her sister would be going out. "One look at
her will tell me more than a hundred letters!" With that thought in her
heart, with the one object of following Norah on her daily walk, under
protection of the disguise, Magdalen hastened over the bridge, and made
for the northern bank of the river.
So, at the turning-point of her life--so, in the interval before she
took the irrevocable step, and passed the threshold of Noel Vanstone's
door--the forces of Good triumphing in the strife for her over the
forces of Evil, turned her back on the scene of her meditated deception,
and hurried her mercifully further and further away from the fatal
house.
She stopped the first empty cab that passed her; told the driver to go
to New Street, Spring Gardens; and promised to double his fare if he
reached his destination by a given time.
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