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Three weeks had Miriam been away, and yet she had made no sign to Hazael. Aurora was absent from Westport, too, and whether they were in communication or not the uneasy husband did not know. Yet Miriam had promised him that he should come through the coming ordeal unscathed, though as yet he had no conception of the sacrifice she was contemplating. Things were still in this uncertain state when she wrote a single line, saying she was coming home.
It was evening when she arrived; a mellow August evening, with a warm glow in the air, and the drowsy hum of insects floating high. She had come from the station alone, and, as she walked into the little sitting-room where the late tea was laid out, she carried something in her arms which made Hazael's heart beat faster as he looked. Rebecca rose and came forward, as if to embrace her child; but there was something in the girl's look which held her back.