Then Sheila thrust the paper in her bosom, and an instant later a nurse,
sent by the resident doctor, entered.
"They cannot hang me or banish me, for my end has come," whispered Noreen
before Sheila left.
In the street of Spanish Town almost the first person Sheila saw was
Dyck Calhoun. With pale, radiant look she went to him. He gazed at her
strangely, for there was that in her face he could not understand. There
was in it all the faith of years, all the truth of womanhood, all the
splendour of discovery, all that which a man can see but once in a human
face and be himself.
"Come with me," she said, and she moved towards King's House. He obeyed.
For some moments they walked in silence, then all at once under a
magnolia tree she stopped.
"I want you to read what a woman wrote who has just arrived in the island
from England. She is ill at the house of the general commanding."
Taking from her breast the slip of paper, she handed it to him. He read
it with eyes and senses that at first could hardly understand.
"God in heaven--oh, merciful God!" he said in great emotion, yet with a
strange physical quiet.
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