CHAPTER 17
BOUND FOR NORFOLK
Let us now return to Gladys.
Arrived at her bedroom she began to collect her various articles of clothing in a hazy and disturbed manner, every now and then sitting down to burst into a terrible fit of weeping.
It took her over half an hour to pack up, and then having bathed her burning face, she began to feel very hungry.
Finding a few biscuits in a tin, she lost no time in eating them and then she rang her bell.
To her supprise Helen came to the door instead of Marshland.
"Oh dear Gladys" cried Helen kindly "I am so very sorry that you are going."
"Oh Helen," sobbed Gladys "it nearly breaks my heart to think of it, and we may not even write to each other."