CHAPTER XVII THE RIGHT TURNING

Now that the date of her departure was actually settled, it seemed to Shirley as though the remaining days positively flew by, each hour as it passed irrevocably lessening whatever length of time she might still have to spend with Neil—if, indeed, they were ever to have any more time together at all. Every morning she woke to an eager, restless wonder as to whether the day would bring him, and every evening she went to bed oppressed by a deadly feeling of blankness because it had not. If only she could know the rea…