Revolving these things in her mind, along with the terrible details of her own story, the exhausted girl had seen her vision, and, as she firmly believed, incurred her doom.
A week later she had disappeared from home and from the neighborhood.
The darkest stories were afloat.

She had taken some money with her, and all trace of her was lost.

The father had a period of gloomy taciturnity, during which his principal relief was got out of jeering and girding at his elder brother; the noodle's eyes wandered and glittered more; his shrunken frame seemed more shrunken as he sat dangling his spindle less from the shaft of the carrier's cart; his absence of mind was for a time more marked, and excused with less buoyancy and inventiveness than usual.

But otherwise all went on as before.

John Backhouse took no step, and for nine months nothing was heard of his daughter.
At last one cheerless March afternoon, Jim, Coming back from the Wednesday round with the cart, entered the farm kitchen, while John Backhouse was still wrangling at one of the other farmhouses of the hamlet about some disputed payment.