I was running away from Explanations.
I wrote a little note and pushed it under Cheneston's door, where he would find it in the morning.
"Please send the five hundred pounds to mother.—P.B."
I packed a few of my serviceable clothes in a handbag.
I had five pounds in notes and fifteen shillings in silver.
The dawn was just breaking when I left the Court.
The world was wet and cold.
I looked back at the house from the other side of the wrought-iron gate; its shuttered windows seemed like hostile eyes.
I felt a little like Eve expelled from the Garden of Eden—I wondered if her expulsion had taken place on a wet morning before the sun was up.
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