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RECOUNTS THE JOURNEY IN A CHARIOT, WITH A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF.
DIALOGUE, AND A SMALL INCIDENT ON THE ROAD In the morning the fight was over.

She looked at the signpost of The Crossways whilst dressing, and submitted to follow, obediently as a puppet, the road recommended by friends, though a voice within, that she took for the intimations of her reason, protested that they were wrong, that they were judging of her case in the general, and unwisely--disastrously for her.
The mistaking of her desires for her reasons was peculiar to her situation.
'So I suppose I shall some day see The Crossways again,' she said, to conceive a compensation in the abandonment of freedom.

The night's red vision of martyrdom was reserved to console her secretly, among the unopened lockers in her treasury of thoughts.

It helped to sustain her; and she was too conscious of things necessary for her sustainment to bring it to the light of day and examine it.