SHE had followed out Senhouse's precepts as nearly to the letter as might be; neither staff nor scrip had she -- no luggage at all, and very little money. In her exalted mood of resolve it had seemed a flouting of Providence to palter with the ideal. To follow -- the patteran unerringly -- a bird's flight to the north -- one could only fail by hesitation. Time, and the pressure of that alone, had insisted on the railway. The road, no doubt, had been the letter of the law.
Perhaps, too, a map was another compromise; but she found one in the station where, having made full use of its water, hair-brushes, and looking-glass, she dallied in the gay morning light -- hovering tremulous on the brink of the unknown. It showed her Wastwater -- where he had told her he was always to be found; and it showed her Kendal, too, dim leagues of mountain and moor apart. A loitering lampman entered into conversation with her. He was a Langdaler, he told her; used to walk over once a week to see the old folks; and there was another call he had thither, it seems. There was a
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Publication information: Book title: Halfway House:A Comedy of Degrees. Contributors: Maurice Hewlett - Author. Publisher: C. Scribner's Sons. Place of publication: New York. Publication year: 1908. Page number: 319.