Margaret's church with Blanche Aleys. Indeed, every cranny of my time
and mind being thus filled with things finished or attempted, I forgot
my great loneliness as an alien in a strange land, and once more became
as I had been when I trafficked in the Cheap.
But toil as I would, I could not forget Quilla. During the day I might
mask her memory in its urgent business, but when I lay down to rest she
seemed to come to me as a ghost might do and to stand by my bed, looking
at me with sad and longing eyes. So real was her presence that sometimes
I began to believe that she must have died to the world and was in truth
a ghost, or else that she had found the power to throw her soul afar,
as it is said certain of these Indian folk, if so they should be called,
can do. At least there she seemed to be while I remained awake and
afterwards when I slept, and I know not whether her strange company
joyed or pained me more. For alas! she could not talk to me, or tell me
how it fared with her, and, to speak truth, now that she was the wife of
another man, as I supposed, I desired to forget her if I could.
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