CHAPTER XII

The resolution to set out on her pilgrimage had not come to Dimny suddenly. She reproached herself for the selfishness and laziness she had shown in being ill so long. She was convinced that the Winsors were ignorant of her errand in Europe, the corrosive poisonous secret she had sewn into her money-belt. She was grateful for their goodness to her, yet modest enough to feel that her best proof of gratitude would be the removal of herself from their long-burdened charity. She feared to announce her departure lest th…